The Art Style of the Battle is Wrong

"Run?"

"Aren't you good at running?"

"Let's see you run again, then?"

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In a certain alley, Ul watched Jericho, whom he had cornered, and a twisted, sadistic grin gradually spread across his face.

Ul hadn't expected this guy to be such a good runner. If Jericho hadn't ended up in this dead end, Ul might not have been able to block him even now.

But it didn't matter anymore!

The longer the chase took, the more Ul could indulge in his... ahem, the more justified he felt when he got rough during the capture.

"You... don't come any closer. If you do, I'll scream."

Seemingly frightened by Ul's smile, the deformed thief Jericho couldn't help but step back a few paces until his back hit the wall. His expression was panicked, like a young bride about to be bullied by a burly man.

"Hehehe... Go ahead and scream! Even if you scream your throat—" Suddenly, a phrase eerily familiar from his past life slipped from Jericho's mouth, and Ul nearly blurted out a cheesy line.

Thankfully!

At the last moment, Ul's gaze swept over Jericho's face, jolting him awake and stopping the words before they left his mouth.

"Whew!"

"That was close, so close. If I'd finished that line, my reputation would be ruined!"

Ul's heart raced with lingering fear.

Even if you're going to spout cheesy lines, you have to pick the right target. Saying that to some young girl would be no big deal.

But saying it to a piece of work like Jericho? Forget whether Ul could stomach it himself.

If someone overheard and got the idea that Ul had some weird, twisted tastes—that would be the real problem!

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"Who the hell are you?"

Watching the increasingly "twisted" grin on Ul's face, Jericho finally couldn't help but ask.

"I'm a Mage from 'Fairy Tail.' Jericho... no, I should call you Jeris. Are you going to come quietly with me? Or do you want to resist a little before coming along?" Ul said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You're a Mage?" Jeris's expression seemed genuinely shocked, as if he hadn't expected to draw the pursuit of a Mage.

"Of course. You should thank the rich man whose 'Heart of the Blue Ocean' you stole. Otherwise, you'd never have tasted what it's like to be hunted by a Mage."

"The 'Heart of the Blue Ocean'? That thing doesn't matter. What he's really after is probably—"

"What did you say?" Ul heard Jeris's voice growing softer and couldn't help asking.

"Nothing!" Jeris snapped back to attention and said hastily.

"Alright." Ul shrugged, unconcerned. "So, Mr. Jeris, what's your choice? Honestly, I'd recommend the second option."

"???"

Hearing Ul's words, Jeris's eyes went wide, and he stared at Ul like he was looking at a demon!

Were all Mages this terrifying?

Jeris's body shook even harder, as if he had a vibrator installed, and his voice trembled as he spoke: "I... I won't resist. I'll go with you."

"What a shame." Ul sighed, making no effort to hide his regret.

Jeris: [!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ]

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Perhaps because of Ul's identity as a Mage, Jeris seemed to have completely resigned himself to his fate.

Jeris lowered his head and began walking step by step toward Ul, looking like he was surrendering without a fight.

Ul stood still, quietly waiting for Jeris to draw closer...

Finally!

Jeris reached a spot less than three meters from Ul.

And then, Jeris suddenly looked up, flashing Ul a brilliant smile, and said, "Goodbye, you foolish Lord Mage."

Hum!

A cyan light suddenly bloomed beneath Jeris's feet—it was a Magic Circle, and judging by the glow, it was wind-element magic.

Even Wei Yi hadn't expected this sudden turn of events.

Everyone had been fooled by this Jeris guy!

He wasn't just an ordinary thief—he was a Mage thief who could use magic.

The Magic Circle beneath Jeris's feet was a wind-element acceleration spell. Once it activated silently, Jeris's speed surged dramatically. Before Ul could react, he darted behind Ul and made a break for the alley's exit...

Seeing this, Ul was momentarily stunned.

But then, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a brilliant smile.

Resistance?

Resistance was good!

What he loved most was resistance.

If there was no resistance, he really wouldn't have a good reason to make a move, would he?

After Jeris used magic, his speed increased by about fifty percent.

But clearly, such speed was still nothing in front of Ul. With his powerful physique and the techniques from Guga Combat Arts, even without using magic, Ul could burst forth with terrifying speed like a cheetah in an instant...

After using magic, Jeris hadn't even had time to rush out of the alley when he suddenly heard a sharp sound of air splitting behind him!

He instinctively turned his head to look!

And then!

He nearly scared his soul right out of his body.

Because the person who appeared behind him was none other than Ul, wearing that "perverted" smile, and the distance between them was less than two meters.

Jeris had absolutely no idea how Ul had caught up, but facing Ul closing in, he immediately reacted with the combat instincts of a Mage...

Lower-tier magi—

BAM!!!

Jeris had just slowed down a bit to construct a Magic Circle and release a spell, but he never expected that in that single moment of pause, a massive fist, carrying the power of a wild beast, smashed into his face.

The overwhelming force sent Jeris flying several meters, tumbling and rolling across the ground several times.

"Pfft..."

After coming to a stop on the ground, Jeris opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with several broken front teeth.

At this moment, Jeris was completely dumbfounded.

Especially when he saw Ul walking toward him, cracking his knuckles, the confusion in his mind only deepened!

"Isn't he a Mage?"

"Since when do Mages have such powerful fists?"

"This fight is definitely not right!"