"Bang—!"
On the wind-battered street, a dull impact suddenly rang out like rolling thunder.
"Ah...!"
A scream-like cry came from the attacker's mouth, and his entire body flew backward like a cannonball. He crashed into a tree beside the street, shattered it, and only then slowly slid to the ground.
Luo Zhen still stood where he was, one hand extended toward the attacker, making it clear to everyone that he had been the one to strike.
"Senior!"
Wrapped in a whirlwind and hovering in midair, Yuri couldn't help but brighten at the sight.
Seeing this, Luo Zhen shifted his gaze to Yuri and turned his outstretched hand toward her.
"Bzzzt!"
Mana gathered at the fingers of Luo Zhen's extended hand, forming a pitch-black mass.
At that moment, Luo Zhen was using one of the first spells he had ever learned—the Nordic curse known as Gandr.
This spell had originally been nonlethal, with its effects limited to damaging the target's health. Although it could directly injure an opponent if trained to a sufficient level, its power and effects were, at best, comparable to a bullet. For Luo Zhen to blast an enemy away like this should have been impossible.
However, Luo Zhen's magical attainments were now completely different from before. The mana he used was High-Grade Mana, compressed to its limit and only one step away from Outer Realm Mana. Even though that single step represented the difference between heaven and earth, it was still far more powerful than ordinary mana. Used in a spell, its power was not merely comparable to bullets—it could easily rival cannon shells.
If Luo Zhen wished, he could even use this spell to blast an entire building away.
Thus, the mana gathered at Luo Zhen's fingertips was astonishing, causing the air to tremble repeatedly.
"Bang—!"