Ronan put away the two High-Level Magic Stones Jerome had given him before finally finding the time to survey the surroundings. Everywhere he looked, he saw dull, stunned faces.
Ronan had lived on Water Drop Street for so long. Though he had always kept to himself and immersed himself in cultivation, quite a few nearby residents recognized him.
In many people's eyes, Ronan had merely been an ordinary young wizard apprentice.
Perhaps he was a little stronger than the average low-level apprentice at the bottom rung, but not by much.
After all, anyone truly capable would never live in a hellhole like Water Drop Street.
Yet the strength Ronan displayed tonight had left them utterly dumbfounded.
Two Black Robe Wizards who were advanced apprentices, ruthless in their methods, slaughtered low-level wizards as easily as chickens.
The two had joined forces to besiege Ronan, only for him to swiftly and cleanly cut one down within a few exchanges. The other had ultimately chosen to flee. Such a mysterious and formidable figure, someone even the Academy's official wizards had praised and gone out of their way to recruit, actually lived on the same street as them?!
The enormous reversal was so abrupt that many people felt as though none of it was real, as if they were trapped in some bizarre and absurd dream.
Until pained, stifled groans and screams dragged them back to reality.
"It's poison magic."
Old Wells hurried over with Venecia and Sheryl.
Having already seen Ronan single-handedly kill an advanced-apprentice Black Robe Wizard when he was only Level Five, Old Wells had become somewhat numb to Ronan's achievements tonight.
More than shock, he felt deep lingering fear.
"Unless they have a high-grade Antidote Potion, they can't be saved..."
Looking at the people lying by the street, their bodies