I Heard That Before You Became Monsters, You Were Geniuses Too?!

)"What's the meaning?"

Moriel was taken aback.

"The chaos is only temporary; their target will eventually fall back on us."

Ronan slowly placed the Space Key, which had dimmed to the point of almost completely losing its silvery translucency, into Moriel's hand.

"When that time comes, I'll hold them off for a while, and you'll open that door..."

Why didn't you open the door?

Moriel blurted it out.

"My goal is bigger than yours. Most of the attention is on me, including that stupid cow."

You're more likely to succeed if you open the door.

Moriel bit her lower lip tightly, looking at him as if she was extremely unwilling.

"Alright, stop dawdling. Remember to hide the key well so no one finds it."

Ronan avoided her gaze and looked towards the direction of the battle group not far away.

The chaos lasted even shorter than he had anticipated, and several "monsters" were already approaching them.

"If I open the door, how will you get in?"

"I have my own way."

Moriel persisted, asking, "You've only recently advanced to level four, so what makes you think you can hold off a group of level five monsters for a while?"

Since I've already said it...

Ronan spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly. "Of course I can do it!"

After saying that, he took out an exquisite glass armlet and gently put it on his right arm.

Then came a black stone sphere that looked like it was filled with an unknown liquid, which drank up the faint blue light seeping from its cracks.

"Click—"

Ronan felt a sudden tightness around his body, and then, enveloped in a thin layer of blue light, he was gradually lifted upwards.

"Buzz—whoosh—"

It was as if on a full moon night, the tide gently lapped against the rocks, and the sound of conch shells echoed from the Deep Sea.

"Snap—"

Ronan suddenly leaped upwards, his robes abruptly shattering to reveal bulging muscles beneath, and spirals rapidly growing along his imposing back.

[Spiral Palace]! First level! "Crack—"

Ronan's long hair fluttered without wind, gradually turning inky black from the tips.

Double!

"Click-click-click—"

A black Spirit Force, like mercury spilling onto the ground, emanated from every pore of his body, burning upwards like flames, and Ronan's body continued to grow taller. Triple!

"Boom!"

An indescribable, terrifying, and oppressive aura suddenly exploded, and invisible waves of energy rolled and spread in all directions.

Eerie black flames rose, surrounded by equally dark lightning and hurricanes, and a demonic body, resembling an ancient demonic seed, emerged from the dense Black Mist.

[Triple Spiral Palace]! [Ancient Demon God Body]! Ronan stretched out his body to his heart's content, his long black hair burning silently behind him like flames, the black [Ancient Power] patterns on his chest entwined like vines, weaving into a strange totem, and the dense spirals on his back resembled a maze.

Black Mist, black flames, and a black Spirit Force flowed like water into Ronan's hands, finally condensing into two ancient, jet-black, one-handed longswords.

"Click-clack—"

Ronan gently twisted his neck, making a sound like bones clashing together.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

On his right arm, the Law Control Armlet trembled incessantly. Ronan's pure black eyes fell upon it, and he whispered soothingly, "Are you excited too? It's not your time to shine yet..."

"You"

Moriel's eyes widened, as if she were frightened by his current appearance.

"Roll."

Ronan uttered a single word to her softly, a word that carried an undeniable weight of authority.

Moriel stomped her foot, gritted her teeth, and backed away, her eyes fixed on him.

Five minutes

Ronan looked at the twin swords in his hands, which were entirely formed from black Spirit Force, and the protective light membrane around him given by the Holy Shrine Power, and muttered to himself, "That should be enough."

"Bite--"

The two swords clashed, producing a clear, melodious sound like silver bells.

Ronan leaned forward slightly, like a dark, lithe dragon, silently cutting through the air to meet the enemy.

In his field of vision, Ballet Woman with a brass clockwork in her chest and a thin middle-aged man in ancient knight armor, holding a sword in one hand, approached him from the left and right, their eyes filled with indifference.

His thick, long black hair billowed high behind him like a tattered cloak. Ronan's lips curled slightly, his two swords crossed, and he let out a soft laugh.

"I heard that before you became monsters..."

"They're all geniuses?!"

The moment those words were spoken, the eyes of the Ballet Woman and the middle-aged man with the sword turned cold, and an intense killing intent almost burst forth.

Ronan charged forward and collided violently with the middle-aged knight.

"Boom!"

A white cloud of gas exploded in mid-air.

Ronan's two swords crossed, but the middle-aged knight held them firmly with a single sword. His pure black eyes flickered slightly, and the totem on his chest, which belonged to the [Ancient Power], seemed to wriggle slightly.

His Spirit Force surged, and an even more [Rage] force was unleashed, instantly knocking the middle-aged knight back.

A slight flicker of emotion seemed to cross the latter's face, which was as stiff and numb as a dead man's.

Ronan, wielding two swords, gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath, and then unleashed a black halo of sword light, slashing down.

A terrifying force tore through the void, creating a vast expanse of transparent distortion visible to the naked eye.

A glint flashed in the middle-aged knight's eyes. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a dense, earthy-yellow light emanated from the longsword in his hand. Immediately afterward, a forbidden aura surged out, the void cracked open, and countless thick, rock-like elephant trunks shot out, slamming fiercely towards Ronan!

"Boom boom boom—"

Amid a series of violent explosions, countless shattered rocks scattered, and Ronan's figure flew backward, a strange look appearing on his handsome, otherworldly face.

"The Elephant Spirit Dance! You are the former commander of the Eighth Legion of Tangista who disappeared long ago?"

A fleeting hint of reminiscence and nostalgia flashed briefly in the middle-aged knight's eyes, quickly transforming into an even stronger and more urgent killing intent. "Crack, crack, crack—"

Layers of gray rocks appeared out of thin air, covering his body piece by piece, while the ancient neighing of an elephant echoed in the void.

In the blink of an eye, the originally lean and upright middle-aged knight had transformed into a giant over five meters tall, with his entire body made of piled-up rock and muscles, incredibly strong, with an ancient elephant totem flashing on his chest.

The immense spiritual power of Level Five Wizard burst forth, drawing upon a continuous stream of earth elemental energy. A sandstorm suddenly rose from the sky, striking the pale blue light membrane on Ronan's body and producing a crackling sound.

"A very interesting school of magic."

Ronan offered his comment, his eyes seemingly burning with fire, and the armband on his right arm vibrated even more loudly.

"Call--"

He transformed into a black afterimage, tearing through the thick sand and dust before him, ready to continue the battle that had just begun.

But then it suddenly stopped, as if its body was being entangled by countless invisible threads, being pulled in all directions.

Ronan frowned slightly before noticing the sinister and evil smile on the face of a ballerina in a ballet dress not far away.

Ronan took a deep breath, and the sounds of tides and conch shells emanated from his Mara Body. His near-perfect Ancient Power surged, and he strained his limbs. "Bang—bang—"

The invisible magical threads binding him snapped one by one. He remained expressionless, and with a backhand slash, he struck the Ballet Dress with his sword. The sword sliced through the void, creating a massive, tangible black arc of light that carried a terrifying aura of cleaving through everything. In an instant, it reached the woman.

The latter's stiff, puppet-like face suddenly changed slightly. He let out a sharp cry and his hands moved rapidly, unleashing waves of intense magical energy to block the black arc of light. Ronan didn't even look at the result before turning around and plunging into the battle with the middle-aged knight, fighting with skill and magic.

He doesn't have much time left.

The Minotaur's Labyrinth has trapped these level 5 monsters for far too long, so long that, under the labyrinth's unique rules, they have almost forgotten their most powerful ability as Level Five Wizard —their supreme authority over the manipulation of natural elemental energy.

They are currently only able to fight Ronan by relying on pure spellcasting skills. Ronan, with the double blessing of the Triple Spiral Palace, the Ancient Power, and the perfect defense of the Holy Shrine Power, is only able to contend with them.

But as the battle progresses, Ronan's combat instincts as Level Five Wizard gradually awaken, and the pressure he will face will undoubtedly become increasingly heavy.

So, he had to hurry! Ronan casually slashed out with his sword, and in an instant, he suddenly entered an indescribable and subtle state. His sword seemed to be pulling at something, and then an incomparably majestic and heavy aura condensed out of thin air.

He slashed down with his sword, carrying a solid and heavy aura, which instantly landed on the middle-aged knight in front of him.

"Snap—"

The latter's stone giant-like body shattered instantly. He was struck as if by a heavy blow, coughing up blood, and for the first time, he was sent flying backward in utter shock and disarray.

"What kind of power is this?"

The delicate state was fleeting, and Ronan looked at his hands with considerable surprise.

He sensed that the power he had just unleashed wasn't from the [Ancient Power]. It seemed he had unintentionally stirred some kind of natural, inherent power within the universe! "Is that the [Basic Swordsmanship] nearing Master Level?!"

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Ronan, but before he could fully grasp it, he saw two more figures in the distance breaking free from their battle with the Abyss Bull Demon Babu Li and heading towards Moriel.

Ronan's eyes narrowed, and he darted out like a flash of light.

A long, narrow black sword mark, accompanied by forbidden lightning, ripped through the sky. A monster with four heads let out a low howl, and its bizarrely twisted body had its arms severed at the root.

Ronan abruptly stopped in the direction Moriel was bound to take.

The level 5 Monsters gradually approached him. He spread his arms, swung his twin swords, and countless black lightning bolts and hurricanes roared and surged out around him.

Storm Lord Bloodline! "Boom!"

Terrifying magical explosions rang out continuously, and the turbulent energy in the sky grew increasingly immense and powerful, with Forbidden Law Domain energy constantly surging forth like the sudden, cold glint of a dagger.

Ronan single-handedly held off five level-five monsters.

Dark red, viscous blood-red ribbons, exuding a strong corrosive odor, were wrapped around his body, like a bone-deep affliction, difficult to get rid of.

A thick gray fog condensed above his head and did not dissipate, with eerie wisps of air hanging down. Countless grotesque, slender arms stretched out from every corner of the fog, frantically tearing and grabbing at him.

The giant elephant roared, and the sword-wielding knight charged at him like a comet, wave after wave, each charge carrying a forbidden aura that seemed capable of shattering everything.

The sound of the clockwork being wound up echoed continuously, emanating wisps of eerie curse power that lingered around. If it weren't for the fact that he had used the energy of the Holy Shrine Power in one go, creating a sufficiently strong defensive light membrane, Ronan would have died countless times from these level-five spells.

"Boom—BOOM!"

Suddenly, a large burst of intense light converged on one spot. Ronan's pupils contracted as he watched a thin figure wearing a black and white clown mask rapidly expand, then transform into a gray, shimmering crystal with six dazzling crystals shining brightly on its chest.

A thick, gray beam of light descended without warning. Ronan was caught off guard and only had time to cross his twin swords in front of his chest before being sent flying like a sandbag. (Fourth update this morning, please vote! Thank you!)