I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"So that's not a doll!?"

"This is [Curse Skeleton], it is indeed a doll, but it has my spell power."

—By the way, its name is Kathy.

"Alas!?"

Facing the doll that was hitting head-on like a cannonball in an instant, Hu Zhang hurriedly pulled the schoolbag behind him as a block.

boom!

But the moment they collided, the knotweed felt the power of [Curse Skeleton].

Good weight!Is this really a doll? !

The doll's fist didn't seem big, but it was able to forcefully hit the knotweed and jumped up, and its face turned pale for a moment.

Night Moth said: "People will confess their sincerity when they are in a desperate situation, and it will keep attacking until I get a satisfactory answer."

Knotweed began to fight fiercely with the doll chasing him, the crackling sound of fists clashing.

"It's not someone else's words!"

boom!

Knotweed kicked the curse skeleton away, and shouted loudly, "It's the last words of my relatives!"

But the kicked curse body bounced back on the wall, knocking the knotweed away at a faster speed.

With a bang, the back hit the wall hard, and the knotweed groaned repeatedly.

"The relatives are also someone else." Noctuid said flatly.

"Conjurers are often accompanied by death. Not only their own death, but also witnessing the cursed and mutilated people, and the time when the cursed body has to be torn apart."

"It's not a good job. It takes a certain amount of madness and motivation, and you're laughing because of someone else. . . It's more convincing to say it's a moratorium."

"Are you kidding! I—"

"You." Noctua moth interrupted mercilessly, "...when you were cursed and killed, do you want to blame grandfather like this?"

Hu Zhang's eyes widened suddenly, and his brows gradually raised.

"You're pretty annoying to talk about."

Night Moth pinched the Taoist-like mustache on his chin, "Awakening people is education."

Polygonum cuspidatum seemed to be in deep thought.

"I'm not..."

But the curse would not stop attacking because of his thinking, and the knot of the knotweed was hit hard on the cheek, and he flew backwards and rolled three times before turning over and jumping up.

"It's hard to imagine the state of mind of a dying person, but there is one thing I can affirm. There is no death without regret for a curse master."

"If you continue to learn like this, one day you may resent and curse the grandfather you once loved the most. Let me ask you again, why did you come to the high school of conjuration?"

Facing the curse that Feipu was chasing after him, Hu Zhang's eyes were piercing, and he opened his arms suddenly.

.....

In sports and fighting, I have always been better than others, but I never had the idea of ​​"only I can do this".

Snapped!

Click!

Relieving the pressure with one palm, he pushed the powerful fist of the curse to the side. The tiger stick suddenly leaned forward and got into its arms, strangled the joints of the curse from the roots, controlled its ability to move, and hugged it tightly.

In his arms, he fell backward.

It wasn't until his back came into contact with the wall again that the knotweed breathed out suddenly, his eyes raised his head firmly and said:

"Swallowing Su Nuo, this is something only I can do. If I escape the death penalty and this mission, I eat, take a bath, read comics every day, and occasionally when I feel down, I will think 'hey, now maybe someone He died tragically because of Su Nuo'."

"Do I have to tell myself that this has nothing to do with me, and it's not my fault?"

"I do not want it!"

The knuckles of the knotweed stick even turned white from the force, and they were firmly dunked into the body of the curse.

"Although I don't know how I will die, I don't want to regret the way I lived!"

Ye Moth, Wutiao and Cheng Rang all raised their mouths at the same time.

Apparently they were all satisfied with Polygonum cuspidatum's answer.

"You are qualified."

"what?"

Knotweed sitting on the ground was taken aback for a moment, and the hands of the night moths in front of him had already stretched out in front of him.

"Welcome to the High School of Conjuration."

The expression of the knotweed glowed brightly in an instant, with a look of joy, and just as he stretched out his hand to hold it, the curse that was out of control in his arms slapped him suddenly, and directly said in his mouth, "please teach me more." "The last two words were typed back into my stomach.

Bang... bang... bang....!

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts...it hurts!"

Night Moth looked at the cursed skeleton on the ground that was pressed on the knotweed and patted his cheek embarrassedly.

"Ah, sorry... forgot to remove the spell."

......

"Enlightenment, take him to the dormitory, and then explain the various precautions to him."

"Okay~"

"Huh? Where's Brother Cheng?" Before leaving, Hu Zhang looked back at Cheng Rang, who was standing in the middle of the room with his pockets in his pocket.

"He didn't come in as a student, let him have an interview with the principal about salary~"

Wutiao stepped out of the gate first, and greeted Knotweed with his head.

Cheng Rang also waved his hand to the young man and said, "I'll go back to find you after I'm done, Youren, you can follow Mr. Wutiao to the dormitory to put your luggage."

"Oh, good."

The knotweed left obediently, so only Cheng Rang and the principal Ye Mo were left in the room.

.....

The man just stared at him with scorching eyes, as if he wanted to roast and distort the air within this distance.

Cheng Rang walked slowly to the cursed skeleton that was motionless due to the lifting of the spell, bent down to pick it up, patted the dust on it, and handed it over.

"It's all cute. I didn't expect you to have such a delicate and soft heart under such a rough appearance, principal."

"..."

"Don't talk... How can we talk about the salary like this, or do you want to ask for the price?"

Cheng Rang smiled and put the curse skeleton at the moth's feet, placed it with other dolls, and rubbed it when he got up, it felt good.

Seeing that the moth still didn't respond, Cheng Rang simply stretched out five fingers.

"I want this amount. It's best to pay the salary daily, or once a week... Well, I'm short of money recently, can I have a little advance payment?"

Ye Mo stared at Cheng Rangbi's number and finally had a reaction.

"Show me your strength." Noctua's speech was straightforward.

"Cure the disease and save the life? Oh...it's a pity that there are no injured people here." Cheng Rang looked around, seemingly spreading his hands helplessly.

"I don't mean that."

"..."

Cheng Rang's smile froze slightly, and he scratched the back of his head.

"But I remember I told Wujo-sensei that I don't know how to fight... and I don't have any ideas about fighting."

Noctua clearly knew that the man in front of him was lying.

[The total amount of spell power on his body, I can say responsibly... is almost infinite, this man who claims to have never graduated in spell power may even be stronger than me—of course, only in the total amount of spell power Quantitatively compare words.How strong it is, I can't see through it. 】

This is what Gojo Satoru told himself on the phone.

[Test his bottom line, but never go beyond the threshold, this guy can't be drawn into the power of the curser...absolutely not.He doesn't seem to care about everything in this world. If we can use money to keep him working with us, it is the easiest and most affordable way. 】

"Even as a school doctor, we already have a colleague of yours here, and she can use the inversion technique to treat the injured."

"Doctor Nitro, but she basically stays in one place. We want to recruit a [Field Doctor] who can carry out logistics with the team. If you can show strength that satisfies me..."

As the night moth said, he stretched out his two hands and compared the numbers.

"We can double your asking price."

"... oh~"

Cheng Rang raised his brows, pinched his chin and laughed.

"Then I don't know... how can I satisfy you, the principal?"

click -

As soon as the words fell, all the curse skeletons placed around the moth started to rattle and move at the same time, surrounding Cheng Rang in an instant.

Facing the siege of at least twenty battle skeletons, Cheng Rang, who applied for the position of [School Doctor], still smiled calmly with his pockets in his pockets.

Then, in Noctua's shocked eyes, he slowly opened his mouth and gave a time

.

"Three seconds."

"..." Noctua seemed to feel underestimated, gritted his teeth, and waved his arms.

"Then try it!"

In an instant, all the curse bones rushed towards Cheng Rang at an extremely fast speed at the same time!

Chapter 18 The Difference Between "God" and "Man"

The battle is imminent.

In order to force out Cheng Rang's true strength based on Wujo Wu's information, Ye Moth specially prepared 26 high-level spell skeletons, of which seventeen were self-discipline models instilled with spell power in advance, specialized in attack, control, and speed. There are distributions.

Even super-level curse spirits will be torn to pieces in the strangulation formed by the curse skeleton, and Noctua has no doubts about this.

It's not egotistical....

It is the pride and confidence of having the principal of the conjuration college and the title of "Master of Curse Skeletons" in the conjuration world!

However, now this man dares to give himself such an almost arrogant speech of "three seconds" in front of this kind of situation? !

As a dedicated and educational conjurer, Night Moth felt slighted by him—extremely slighted, even... insulted.

Time seems to be stretched and slowed down hundreds of times.

In all directions, even above the head and under the feet, there are attack routes from the curse skeleton.

The mind's eye has seen all its attack trajectories at a glance, and the attacks from behind are also clearly in his mind.

Although this level of siege may pose a fatal threat to the world's top magic spirits, for Cheng Rang...

Really, too weak.

So weak that even if Gojo Satoru and Night Moth, together with his dozens of cursed skeletons, launched an endless attack on him, it would not be able to compare with the strength of one ten-thousandth when he was fighting with Artosh, the god of war.

.......

Because, [God] and [Humanity]

After all, there is an essential difference.

In terms of strength, there is an insurmountable gap that is almost like a ravine in the sky!

Cheng Rang's left hand was still in his pocket, only his right hand was stuck out, and his thumb and middle finger were lightly pushed out.

With a snap, he snapped his fingers, and red spots of light flew out of Cheng Rang's hands.