The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

The young man's tall figure disappeared into the crack of the void.

Looking around, there are gray and white slow-motion images everywhere.

Because he was still in the shallow abyss, the time in the real world from his perspective flowed slowly, but it was not completely still.

The alien demon devoured from Will and the strengthening of the reverse source crystal have increased Faro's tolerance in the Abyss to a higher level.

In the past, I could only stay in the shallow layer for a dozen seconds at most.

It’s no problem to stay in here for more than ten minutes now.

It has successfully evolved from a skill for running away to a skill for traveling quickly.

After gradually adapting to the shallow pressure and interference, Faro found that he could also cast spells in the Abyss.

Take Touch of Oblivion, for example.

When he was traveling through the abyss, if there was a wall blocking his way, he could use the Touch of Annihilation to create a hole in the wall and then continue to travel.

All of this can be accomplished without leaving the Abyss.

I just don't know if other means can be used to interfere with reality from the Abyss.

While thinking deeply about the development of abilities, he hurried on his way.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of Yongshuang Society.

"Has today's enrollment ended?"

He saw a sign hanging on the door, which clearly stated that the membership process had ended for the day and no outside guests would be received.

Faro couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

There was a gleam of loss in his eyes.

It was all because Amos came so late that he finally missed the trip.

Let's go to the House of Tranquility.

Faro was about to leave.

A light bulb went off in my head.

its not right.

I am now walking in the abyss.

Even if you go in, no one will stop you.

—Then why don’t you go in and see what Vera is doing?

This idea emerged in his mind and instantly aroused Faro's endless associations.

Time stands still.

campus.

You can also move freely during the still time.

emmmmmmm

It feels like déjà vu.

So my ability is really that of a villain, right?

But Farok had no intention of using his abilities for such dirty purposes.

Some people can stop time infinitely but only think about Shise.

Some people can stop time for nine seconds and think about conquering the world.

Farlow is someone who is caught in the middle.

I just want to use this ability to survive the destined death.

Of course, it’s not a bad idea to give yourself some back doors and conveniences in normal times.

Farlow entered the institute.

Because the whole building is very large.

So he could only search room by room, which was extremely inefficient.

Then just take a look around here.

Faro is like being in a liminal space where no one is.

He visited every corner of the Yongshuang Palace at a leisurely pace.

The general structure is similar to that of Yousui Society, and was also built with money.

However, Faro noticed that the painting hanging above the hall was also about the war in the outer world.

The same composition, the same joint charge.

The difference is that Histana is not in the painting.

Grass.....

It is obvious that this was done intentionally by the Arcane Ring.

Like Amos said, downplay the influence of Histana.

Faro didn't care so much. After exploring the first floor, he went to the second floor.

However, as soon as he turned the corner, a bloodstain on the ground caught his attention.

Is this... blood?

How could someone bleed so much here?

Will any students get injured during class?

The bloodstain extended from one room and then extended into the distance.

Faro escaped from the Abyss.

strangeness.

Why is it so quiet around here?

A sense of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

His footsteps were silent as he approached the half-open door.

He peeked inside through the crack in the door.

This seems to be a place like a medical room.

The room was in a mess, with various potion reagents smashed on the ground, tables and chairs damaged, books scattered all over the floor, and blood splattered on them.

It was as if a fierce fight had taken place.

Not right.

This doesn't seem right at all.

The feeling of uneasiness in my heart was instantly magnified countless times.

Someone was injured, and I could smell a faint smell of blood in the air.

It was blood that had just been shed.

The spirit surges, the light flashes,

The magic rifle was firmly held in Faro's hand.

Then he kicked the wooden door open.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, scanning every inch of the room.

“Save…save me…”

A faint voice was heard, guiding Farrow to look at the man's location.

The robe embroidered with the sigil of nature and the elf's iconic pointed ears indicated that he was the white magician on duty here.

A male elf.

But Faro still didn't dare to take his finger off the trigger.

He looked at the elf leaning against the wall warily, "What happened here? Why are you hurt?"

The white magician raised his arm with difficulty and pointed at the only intact reagent on the table.

Faro understood what he meant, holding the gun in one hand and slowly handing him the reagent with the other.

After the elf tilted his head back and drank the potion, he looked noticeably more relaxed.

"It's... Harold, the student who came to the clinic to rest today..." the white magician panted.

"He said he was not feeling well and wanted to lie down for a while, so I didn't pay any attention to him and let him rest while I went back to mix my potion."

"But he suddenly attacked me with an axe and ran out."

"You shed all the blood on the ground?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

“No major problems for now.”

"it is good."

Farrow had just put down his gun and was trying to help him up.

At this moment, a trembling cry reached the ears of the two.

This voice was very familiar to Faro.

It's Vera!

"I'm sorry, can you take care of your injuries yourself?"

"Don't worry, I can do it myself."

Then Faro rushed out of the clinic and ran towards the source of the sound.

...

Celia and Vera saw Harold covered in blood.

I was stunned at the first moment.

It wasn't that they couldn't defeat him, but this weird and creepy appearance seemed to have some kind of mental pollution, which made the two of them dizzy and their brains buzzing like drums.

After being stunned for a moment, Vera was the first to exclaim.

As she screamed, Harold rushed up with an axe in his hand.

Like a cruel and bloodthirsty beast, he swung his axe at the two men.

Celia reacted faster than Vera, who had little combat experience.

Magic power surged, elements sparkled, and ice spikes condensed from the staff and flew out.

Celia had thought that at such a close distance, the ice spikes would stop Harold's advance.

At least it would keep him out of the way for a moment.

But Harold did not dodge or evade, allowing the ice spike to pierce straight into his chest.

The fatal wound did not reduce his murderous intent and actions in the slightest. While Celier was raising her hand to cast a spell, he had already arrived in front of them, raising his axe to chop.

Celia's eyes widened. The extreme cold fear and the interference of mental pollution almost suffocated her.

After all, she and Vera were still young schoolgirls and had never experienced real fighting.

"Wake up! Vera!"

Shuger's cry was like a mental shock, forcibly awakening Vera, who was in mental pollution.

Subconsciously, I wanted to grab Celia's sleeve and run away.

But the axe has arrived.

The next second, a purple light flashed.