Storage Waist Pouch, Ronan Himself

Storage Waist Pouch, Ronan Himself

"Zero-order advanced Energy Affinity spell! A High-Level Wizard Apprentice?!"

The Black Robe Wizard wiped the blood splattered across his face. Unable to spare a thought for the loss of his flesh servant, his eyes flashed with deep shock and terror.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran in the opposite direction from which the spell had come, completely unlike the calm and unhurried manner he had displayed when facing the many gray-robed wizards earlier.

But before he had taken two steps, that life-threatening whistling through the air sounded again.

"So fast?!"

The Black Robe Wizard instinctively turned his head, only to see another terrifying blue-black sphere of light hurtling toward him. It was no less powerful than the last one—if anything, it even seemed slightly larger.

The blue-black Energy Light Sphere was simply too fast. The Black Robe Wizard had no time to dodge.

He could only hastily raise the defensive barrier of his magical tool. His face twisted as he gritted his teeth and roared, "Two advanced apprentices joining forces against a mere Level Six like me, and you even resorted to a sneak attack? Are all you Gray Wizard Land wizards this shameless?!"

Boom!

The Black Robe Wizard took the blue-black Energy Light Sphere head-on.

The sphere exploded, blasting a huge crater into the soft grass.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of something shattering, the Black Robe Wizard was violently flung away by the explosion's shockwave like a kite with its string cut.

His black robe was in tatters, faint smoke rising from his body. Covered in wounds, he had no hope of relying on the protection of a mere mid-level defensive magical tool against a zero-order advanced spell.

Blood poured from the Black Robe Wizard's nose and mouth. His internal organs had almost all been crushed.

Yet he still clung to life, struggling to raise his head. Aggrieved and unwilling, he wanted to see exactly what kind of despicable people the two advanced apprentice wizards who had killed him were. If possible, he would have loved to spit a mouthful of blood in their faces.

The many gray-robed wizards who had just escaped the weakening force field were also frozen in shock.

The reversal had happened too quickly for them to react.

One moment, the evil and powerful Black Robe Wizard had dominated the battlefield, able to kill or spare them at will. The next, he had been blasted half to death by two terrifying spheres of light that had come from nowhere, utterly incapable of resisting.

Judging from the Black Robe Wizard's words, it seemed that two High-Level Wizard Apprentices had arrived at once.

They had no idea why two High-Level Wizard Apprentices had suddenly come to this remote Treehouse Area, but there was no doubt that they had escaped death this time! Everyone stared intently in the direction from which the spheres had flown.

Under the Black Robe Wizard's humiliated, unwilling gaze and the gray-robed wizards' expectant eyes, a figure finally strode out of the forest.

It was a young, handsome boy.

Beneath his gray robe, his tall and straight frame covered a great distance with every step. Within a few breaths, he had reached the group.

As he walked, a huge blue-black sphere of light still floated above his outstretched right palm.

The high-pressure energy field surrounding the sphere formed invisible, violent currents in the air, whipping up the boy's chestnut hair and the hem of his gray robe. An overbearing and formidable aura spread outward.

But the instant they saw the boy's face, every gray-robed wizard on the field fell silent. Their mouths dropped open uncontrollably, as though they could not believe their eyes.

"Ro-Ronan?!"

The Black Robe Wizard lying on the ground was equally unwilling to believe it.

He desperately tried to prop himself up, craning his neck to look behind the boy again and again. At the same time, he kept muttering, "Impossible! How is this possible?!

How could a Level Five Apprentice cast a spell with this kind of power? There's someone hiding behind you, isn't there? Come out, I can see you!.."

Boom!

Ronan pressed down the Energy Missile in his hand. The blue-black Energy Light Sphere rapidly swelled, quickly swallowing the Black Robe Wizard, who was still babbling incoherently.

The half-step Expert Level, perfected Energy Missile was terrifyingly powerful. It blew an enormous crater into the ground, and even the earth beneath Ronan's feet trembled violently.

Only after seeing that the Black Robe Wizard had been reduced to nothing did Ronan secretly let out a breath of relief.

He clearly remembered what Old Wells had told him.

Black Robe Wizards were like the evil sects and demonic cultists in martial arts novels from his previous life. If you did not kill them cleanly and thoroughly, they might pull out some bizarre trick with their last breath just to disgust you.

Blown to pieces like that, he was definitely dead.

But in the next moment, Ronan could not help regretting it.

He had blown him up too thoroughly. All the magical tools and equipment on the Black Robe Wizard's body had been destroyed.

He should have used his sword to finish him off.

Ronan rummaged around by the crater and barely found a battered waist pouch among the scattered fragments.

He had not expected there to be anything good inside, but the moment he touched it—"A Storage Waist Pouch?!"

Ronan's heartbeat suddenly skipped, and immense delight instantly filled his chest.

A Storage Waist Pouch with spatial rune properties was an exceptionally special type of magical tool. Even the lowest-grade one was worth a considerable sum.

Even if there was nothing inside, the Storage Waist Pouch itself was already a massive gain!

Without changing his expression, Ronan tucked the Storage Waist Pouch into his wizard robe. Only then did he have the time to examine everyone's condition.

There were seven people in total. Two were dead, and two were injured.

It was worse than he had expected when he arrived, but considerably better than his worst-case scenario.

The two dead wizards were a man named Bu Nier and a woman named Barbara.

One had been Linas's lackey, the other his bedmate; both had joined the little group within the past two months.

Ronan did not know either of them well, and their deaths stirred little in him.

Mr. Qiao Lin of the Qiao Lin couple had lost an arm, though, which earned a brief flicker of Ronan's sympathy.

Although the Qiao Lin couple had chosen to "attach themselves" to Linas long ago, Ronan had, after all, eaten the apple pie and meat pies they had brought him.

After Ronan asked everyone about what had happened, the gray-robed apprentices all looked at him strangely.

Their expressions were complicated, a mixture of shock, fear, respect, disbelief, and more.

It was as if only now did they have the "honor" of meeting the real Ronan.

Before this, the "embroidered pillow" who had relied entirely on potions to reach the level of an intermediate apprentice despite possessing only a little talent as a Rune Master, with no strength to match, had been a completely different person.

The youth now standing before them—handsome, powerful, mysterious, radiating the cool, composed bearing of a formidable wizard—was the true Ronan Himself! "You hid it well!"

Ronan seemed to read those words in Linas's eyes.

But the moment their gazes met, Linas lowered his head in flustered panic, burying the shame and jealousy in his eyes.

Ronan looked at Linas, who, like Mr. Qiao Lin, had lost an arm and stood pale-faced, on the verge of collapse, and sneered inwardly.

He had just learned the full details of the battle from the others, and it had certainly made him see Linas in a new light.