Slap!
With a crisp crack, the Male Wizard's head was struck by the precisely applied force of Richard's slap and violently snapped ninety degrees to the side. His neck let out a sound of unbearable strain. His brain tissue was compressed against his skull by inertia, and the Male Wizard's eyes rolled back as he immediately passed out.
Once he had passed out, the Male Wizard's swollen body promptly deflated like a leaking balloon and rapidly returned to normal.
Then Richard reached out again. This time, dense purple arcs of electricity covered his palm as he swung it at the Male Wizard's face.
Slap!
With the crisp crack, all the purple arcs surged onto the Male Wizard's body, continuously jumping across it.
The Male Wizard trembled violently. His brain was stimulated, and several seconds later, he jolted awake.
After waking, he looked at his shriveled skin and understood what had happened—Richard had apparently dealt with his threat in the simplest way possible: knocking him unconscious.
Once he understood, he felt incomparably defeated. But he still did not want to give in so easily. Covering his swollen face, he looked at Richard and gritted out, "Fine. You can knock me out this time, but unless you keep me unconscious forever, sooner or later I'll still find a chance to kill myself and leave you with nothing. After all, I'm a Wizard! Never underestimate a Wizard!"
"A Wizard? No, you soon won't be one." Richard glanced at the Male Wizard, lightly shook his head, and said. With a flip of his hand, he produced a glass tube from nowhere, pulled out the stopper, forcibly pried open the Male Wizard's mouth with one hand, and poured the contents down his throat with the other.
The Male Wizard struggled, trying to resist, trying to