Beverly, who was pursuing from behind, saw Rupert casually toss out a scroll and even shout, "Art."
In that instant, Beverly's spirituality immediately sensed danger, so she dodged slightly to one side.
Only slightly, because in her view, how powerful could a scroll possibly be?
Boom~
Beverly was blasted seven or eight meters into the air. If she had been an ordinary person, she would have been blown to pieces by now.
A large section of the surrounding morning market was obliterated. Burning wood and tattered cloth were hurled even farther away, setting more crude stalls ablaze.
Up ahead, Rupert was knocked to the ground by the blast wave and rolled several times miserably. He was somewhat dazed: Did I just throw a scroll? Why didn't that guy warn me that his scroll was so powerful? Wasn't he afraid I'd get blown to death too?
After being stunned for a second or two, Rupert hurriedly sat up and looked toward Beverly behind him.
She had been blown beyond recognition, her intestines and organs spilling across the ground. Not a trace of an elegant Woman's bearing remained.
Yet Beverly was not dead. Not only that, she sprang to her feet, gathered up her organs, and stared at Rupert with bloodshot eyes.
For a Potions Professor, even such severe injuries did not prevent her from fighting.
Rupert hurriedly scrambled away, only to soon realize that Beverly was not pursuing him.
He guessed that Beverly was afraid the explosion would draw official Beyonders, and in her current condition, she would have difficulty escaping.
Arriving at an open-air bar, Rupert ordered a beer and downed half of it in one gulp before feeling alive again.
Feeling the pain throughout his body, Rupert sighed inwardly: *I really did find the right person. I just never