Chapter 29: Chapter 28: Battle with Marcus, the Power of "Sharpness
Ron coldly looked at him: "Your servant intended to steal, I think the Law Enforcent Team can easily prove that."
"Oh?" Marcus squinted his eyes:
"Unfortunately, there’s only the three of us here now. By the ti the Law Enforcent Team arrives, there might be only my and Danni’s testimony left."
As he spoke, his eyes radiated a strange light, and an invisible spiritual wave began to perate the hallway.
This is the ntal interference ability after breaking through to Apprentice, which can directly affect the target’s thinking and reactions, and it’s the essence of Wizards being stronger than other Extraordinary Systems.
In the Mortal Realm, this kind of spiritual interference is enough to throw any powerful Knight into confusion, and only the Demon Hunters, who are spiritually adept, can resist it.
At the Official Wizard Level, this spiritual wave is no longer interference; it’s a brain explosion.
Ron felt his thoughts blur just for a mont but quickly regained clarity.
He gripped his wooden sword tightly, and a flash of cold light appeared in his eyes.
Marcus was slightly surprised to see Ron resist the spiritual interference, but soon a sinister smile appeared on his face:
"No wonder you were able to kill the abomination, your spiritual power is indeed not weak, but..."
While Ron was in a brief daze, he began to gather a dark red energy in his hand, it was so kind of attack-type zero-ring magic.
"Do you think just relying on a broken wooden sword, you can withstand an Apprentice’s power?"
Ron held the wooden sword, his mouth slightly raised in a smile.
This sword had been replaced once, he had bought it at the Apprentice market a few days ago for six magic stone fragnts, made from a rare wood called "Black Heart Iron Wood."
This tree, growing deep in the Black Mist Jungle, has wood hardness comparable to refined steel, and more rare, it contains a trace of natural anti-magic.
Ron calmly looked at Marcus, the Ironwood Sword gently spinning in his hand, the tip slightly lowered, posing a seemingly loose yet deadly stance:
"If we don’t try, how do we know it’s enough?"
Marcus’s eyes flashed with anger, his ugly face almost contorting into a ball.
The dark red energy in his palm continued to gather, now forming a fist-sized energy ball.
Electric arc-like dark light constantly flickered across the energy ball’s surface, an uncomfortable scorching atmosphere diffusing in the air.
"Die!"
Marcus shouted furiously, and the energy ball shot out.
This was his most proficient zero-ring magic "Burning Ball," with improved power by his brother.
The energy ball left a dark red trail in the air, the air it passed warped and deford due to high temperatures.
Knowing he couldn’t dodge in ti, just as the energy ball was about to hit, Ron’s body moved slightly.
The breathing rhythm of the Crown Breathing Technique perfectly blended with his sword techniques at this mont.
The mont he inhaled, the Ironwood Sword began to gather montum; when he held his breath, the sword montum condensed but did not release; as he exhaled, the sword light poured out like flowing water.
The skilled level Swordsmanship showed astonishing power.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The energy ball crashed head-on into the sword blade, making a heart-throbbing roar.
The dark red energy fluctuation spread like stormy waves, leaving scorch marks on the hallway walls.
But Ron’s Ironwood Sword remained unmoving.
The unique magical resistance of Black Heart Iron Wood, combined with the rhythm of Corona Swordsmanship, perfectly dissolved the frenzied energy.
Ripple-like patterns appeared on the sword’s surface, and after slicing the energy ball, it showed no significant damage.
"This...this is impossible!"
Marcus widened his eyes, the brutality on his face turning into disbelief instantly.
He knew too well the power of his attack, even weapons made of refined steel would continuously warp and deform under high temperatures.
But his shock wasn’t over yet.
Just as the energy ball was neutralized, Ron’s figure veiled like a ghost approached.
The Ironwood Sword drew a mysterious arc in the air, the sword montum seeming light, yet containing a chilling power.
"Energy Barrier!"
Marcus hastily activated his protective magic.
A shield ford in front of him, faintly transparent with complex runes shimring on the barrier.
As an Elentary Apprentice, the spells he mastered and could use in combat were actually very few; he originally had no ability to instantly cast such a solid energy shield.
But blessed with a powerful brother who fixed him with an auto-activated one-ti magic model.
Marcus just secretly rejoiced, the next mont he felt a massive force strike on the shield.
Ron’s sword techniques seed bland, yet concealed a unique rhythm of the Crown Breathing Technique.
Perfectly matching the sword montum with breathing, each breath could drive the sword montum change, making seemingly ordinary slashes possess so special penetration.
["Sharp" trait triggered, weak-point penetration! Basic Swordsmanship experience points
2]
"Crack!"
Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the shield’s surface suddenly.
Marcus felt a chilling sensation surge from his spine to the crown of his head, hurriedly retreating to increase distance.
His prideful spiritual shield was nearly shattered by a Candidate Apprentice’s single strike!
"You...how can you..."
His voice trembled slightly.
As soone with backing and who bullies the weak, he’d never suffered such humiliation within the school before; moreover, his opponent was just a Candidate Apprentice!
At this critical mont, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from the other end of the hallway.
"Law Enforcent Team, everyone stop!"
A team of law enforcent personnel in gray-white uniforms quickly approached, led by a sowhat listless-looking Advanced Apprentice wearing a sapphire badge.
He yawned casually, glancing around the scene.
"It’s you restless folks again."
The Law Enforcent Captain helplessly shook his head, "How many tis has this made?"
Marcus imdiately donned a respectful face:
"Honorable Captain Peter, this Candidate Apprentice assaulted my servant without cause, and moreover..."
"Shut up!" Peter impatiently interrupted him:
"Oliver is your brother, right? I know him, but that doesn’t an you can cause trouble here."
He casually glanced at Danni’s severed hand and the bloodstains on the ground, lazily said:
"My judgnt is—you both go to the Detention Room for half a month, just to cool off together."
Marcus’s face turned extrely ugly, unexpected that his opponent wouldn’t yield at all: "But..."
"No buts." Peter waved his hand, signaled other law enforcent personnel to step forward: "Take them away."
Just as the officers prepared to escort them, Peter suddenly whispered in Ron’s ear:
"Holt asked us to pay so attention to you, consider this a favor for him. However, best not to make such a commotion next ti."
This commotion, it wasn’t what he wanted to create at all...
Ron felt a bit helpless, nodded slightly, and secretly marked Holt’s favor in his heart.
Reviews
All reviews (0)