Concealing the energy within? Disguising himself to appear below Official Wizard Level... Richard listened to Moli’s words and couldn’t help but smile inwardly... He wouldn’t dare say anything else, but this is sothing he’s truly skilled at.
In fact, this was already making things less difficult, considering he had previously learned to disguise himself as a regular person.
If he wanted to disguise himself to a level below Official Wizard, he could simply remove the word "disguise."
Because he follows the path of a Half-Apocalypse Wizard, strictly speaking, most of the energy elents in his Magic Origin are free elents, not refined Mana, so his level hasn’t reached that of an Official Wizard, he’s just an Apprentice.
Yes, he is an Apprentice.
Though he can make nuclear bombs, though he killed Long i’er, the Golden Ring Supervisor of the Truth Society, though he can eliminate different branches of the Truth Society—three tis, though he can evade the pursuit of the Truth Society’s Colorful Rings, he is a Wizard Apprentice.
Though he can stand against a Level 4 Wizard without falling behind, though he has mastered Void Magic and is nearly immortal, though he is continuously analyzing the Extraordinary factor, exploring the underlying secrets of the entire Extraordinary System, he is an Apprentice.
Yes, he is an Apprentice, he truly is an Apprentice.
You have to believe him.
Since this is the case, what is the need to seek Moli’s help to overco the obstacle of the Devil Devouring Magic Vine?
Smiling at Moli, Richard gently shook his head, opened his lips, and slowly said, refusing, "Never mind, you don’t need to help , I have my own way to get past these Devil Devouring Magic Vines."
"Really?" Moli’s genuinely sincere expression suddenly stiffened, the hopeful glint in her eyes dimd, watching Richard, her expression doubtful.
Richard didn’t offer more explanations, smiling, he answered with actions.
Stepping forward, he approached the patch of Devil Devouring Magic Vines, reaching the edge, and gently set a foot in his snow-white sheepskin boots onto it.
As the boot descended, contacting the Devil Devouring Magic Vines that looked like little grasses, they rippled as if blown by a soft breeze. A few of the nearest vines suddenly grew a few centiters taller, the ends branching out, like ivy attempting to cling to the boot. However, their grip was so weak, not even like a baby’s, that with slight movents, Richard easily shook them off.
The other booted foot also stepped onto the grassy patch, and with a steady pace, neither fast nor slow, he started walking, and within seconds, he easily covered nearly ten ters—after all, it’s just walking, really not difficult at all.
Then Richard paused slightly, turned his head to look at Moli, spread his hands and said, "See, I wasn’t lying."
"Indeed, you weren’t lying. It seems you truly have deep reserves," Moli responded, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her tone sowhat lacking in conviction.
Upon realizing yet another missed opportunity to gain sothing, she couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated inside. But she also knew that this failure had nothing to do with her, it was all because Richard was too strong—this kind of strong wasn’t conventional, but a comprehensive strength across various areas, which is why she lost her chance.
Alright... there will always be another opportunity...
Taking a deep breath, Moli steadied her mood, refrained from unnecessary chatter, and looked at her companions, "Let’s also get ready to cross the Devil Devouring Magic Vines."
"Yes." Including among them the La Witch Su and the white-haired old man Sed, the group nodded, stepping closer to Moli, and under Richard’s sowhat curious gaze, they lined up hand in hand.
Afterward, they all chanted spells softly, a faint gray mist erged, wrapping around their bodies, like being surrounded by dust, they slowly stepped toward the grass ford by the Devil Devouring Magic Vines.
One step, another step, yet another step.
It took a full minute for Moli and her group to step hand in hand onto the grass patch.
It was visible that they were walking very cautiously, as if only this way they could maintain the gray mist around their bodies from dissipating.
And the gray mist indeed had an effect, directly paralyzing the reactions of all surrounding Devil Devouring Magic Vines, making it seem as if they didn’t exist—the Devil Devouring Magic Vines didn’t react at all, let alone branching at the ends or clinging to the boots; they didn’t even extend.
From this angle, Moli and her group’s disguise effect was far superior to Richard’s.
The only problem was...
Aren’t they moving a bit too slowly... Richard’s mouth twitched slightly, having walked several ters, he turned his head to look at Moli’s group and discovered they had moved a single step in all this ti.
Walking several more ters, he turned his head to look at Moli’s group, discovering they had again moved just one step.
Upon the third ti of walking several more ters, he noticed they hadn’t moved at all.
It seed Hulk, in his impatience, moved too vigorously, destabilizing the gray mist around his body. This led to the surrounding Devil Devouring Magic Vines within tens of ters to suddenly rise up, like cobras, lifting their ends, staring with nonexistent eyes at the group, as if ready to pounce and attack at any mont.
Luckily, Moli quickly redied the situation, restoring the gray mist to normal, standing still to quietly wait for the active Devil Devouring Magic Vines to calm down, while reproaching Hulk.
Under her rebuke, Hulk, like an eggplant hit by frost, lowered his head, not daring to utter a word in retort.
Richard looked at Moli’s group for a long ti with a peculiar expression, couldn’t help but think inwardly: They’re really too slow. As we say on Earth, at this speed, barely reaching five kiloters per hour, even if you were speeding, you wouldn’t outpace a wheelchair.
Moli at this point noticed Richard’s gaze, pursed her lips slightly, looking back with a hint of helplessness and embarrassnt.
She exhaled lightly, saying, "You don’t have to wait for us here, you can go on ahead."
"Then I’ll wait for you at the edge after crossing this grass patch?" Richard asked.
"Alright."
"Okay then." Richard nodded, no longer paying attention to Moli’s group, not wishing to embarrass them further, he continued forward, soon disappearing into the darkness.
A little over half a minute later, the Devil Devouring Magic Vines around Moli’s group finally cald down. Moli shot a cold glare at Hulk, her face stern, "Alright, let’s proceed now, aiming to cross this damned grass patch within fifteen minutes.
We’ve practiced nurous tis outside the ruins on how to do this. Anyone who makes a basic mistake during this ti can only show they weren’t paying attention before. Once we’re outside, I’ll definitely break his legs!"
"Gulp!"
Hulk swallowed nervously, his expression tense, not daring to utter a sound.
"Alright, let’s start, step forward. Left foot!" Moli commanded.
"Yes."
Moli’s team resud their trek, gingerly stepping first with the left foot, then the right—proceeding forward with utmost caution.
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