Sowhere in the amusent park.
A thick, inky darkness spread wildly, and the scattered aura of death brought a suffocating sense of fear.
Ron waved away the black mist in front of him, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.
"Your aura is as disgusting as ever, Jose!"
"Still as sharp-tongued, what an annoying brat!"
Jose's lips curved into a cold, arrogant smile.
With a wave of his hand, hundreds of purple-black Ghost Arrows instantly condensed, shrieking piercingly as they shot towards Ron like an overwhelming deluge.
"This path is blocked!!!"
Buzz—!
Ron looked up slightly, light flowing in his heterochromatic eyes.
An equal number of Light Arrows ford out of thin air, precisely colliding with each ghost arrow mid-air!
Boom boom boom—!!!
Intense explosions echoed through the hotel basent, and the aftermath of light and darkness instantly leveled the surrounding amusent facilities.
Looking at Jose blocking his way, Ron really felt a bit of a headache.
He was careless!
He didn't expect that old man Jose would get involved. How did he get mixed up with Jellal? When did this happen?
It seems he really can't completely trust the plot in his mind, otherwise, if there are changes, he'll easily fall into a trap.
Though he was cursing internally, his expression remained as steady as an old dog.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how flattering, to actually trouble the famous—"
Ron's lips curved into a subtly mocking smile, intentionally drawing out his words.
"The dignified forr Wizard Saint to personally stop ."
"..."
Hearing the three words "forr Wizard Saint" emphasized intentionally, Jose's eyes narrowed slightly.
Whoosh—!
Without warning, Jose pointed a finger.
Purple-black ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and several shadowy long whips, as if corporeal, shot out like venomous snakes, carrying a nauseating aura directly towards Ron's throat!
Ron sneered, lightly tapping his toes, his figure drifting backward like willow catkins.
At the sa ti, his fingertips moved slightly, and several incomparably sharp wind blades instantly cut out, precisely striking the magic nodes of the Shadow Whips.
With a "bang," the shadows exploded into a sky full of black mist.
"Don't waste your energy."
Jose's voice ca from all directions, with a sinister echo.
"re verbal attacks are useless against now."
Are you kidding? After so much, what could possibly shake his powerful mind?
Before his words finished, his figure instantly turned into an afterimage and lunged forward.
That withered, ghostly hand, imbued with a dense aura of death, clawed down at Ron's skull.
"Death's Grasp!!!"
Boom—!!!
Ron blocked with a single arm, and a translucent prismatic shield instantly opened.
The death-infused claw collided violently with the shield, and the ground imdiately cracked into spiderweb-like fissures, sending shattered stones flying.
Amidst the rolling airwaves, the two briefly t and separated.
"I... am no longer the person I once was!"
Jose floated in mid-air, his robes flapping loudly with the magical vibrations, countless ghostly black shadows swirling and wailing around him, like a painting of hell.
He looked down at Ron, his eyes filled with malicious glee.
"Instead of tangling with , you should worry about your companions."
"Those four should have caught Erza by now, right?"
Jose waved his hand casually, and the swirling black shadows turned into a dense rain of bullets, bombarding Ron and sealing off all his routes, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing increasingly sinister.
"And you... are destined to be too late to save anyone!!"
Facing the overwhelming ghost shadows.
Ron extended one hand, raising an indestructible barrier that blocked all attacks three feet away.
"Oh, right, right, right!!!"
"Everything you say is right! How terrifying!"
"..."
Jose's movents in mid-air stiffened, and the dark fluctuation he was charging almost exploded in his hand.
This reaction isn't right!
The script shouldn't be like this!
Shouldn't he be anxious, roaring with anger, or revealing a weakness because he's worried about his companions?
What's with this perfunctory attitude?
"You... aren't anxious?"
Jose finally couldn't help but ask this sowhat naive question, holding the huge dark energy orb in his hand.
"Of course I'm anxious, so anxious I'm about to get a fever."
Ron shrugged, a calm and collected expression on his face.
"So, are you going to let pass?"
Jose pouted: Let you pass? Dream on!
"Stay here!!!"
He snorted coldly, and the dark energy orb in his palm slamd down fiercely.
Rumble—!
Ron dodged to the side, and the energy orb exploded behind him, creating a crater several ters in diater, sending dirt flying.
To be honest, Ron wasn't really worried about Erza and Natsu.
Instead, this Jose in front of him was like a bomb, liable to explode anywhere.
Although Ron had grown rapidly in this year, relying on the powerful ntal strength brought by his rebirth and the advantage of his cheat system.
Now, just looking at his magic power, he could rival an S-class existence in the guild, and with the abilities of his cheat system, he could also be on par with Jose, or even slightly stronger.
But he was, after all, a Ten Wizard Saints. It wouldn't be easy to deal with him quickly.
Seeing Ron only dodging and defending, with no intention of breaking through.
Malice surged within Jose.
"Netherworld Swamp!!!"
Countless purple-black hands quietly stretched out from underground, attempting to grab Ron's ankles.
At the sa ti, his mouth didn't stop.
"Heh, it seems your so-called bonds are nothing more than this."
"Watching Erza being captured, yet you're still so unhurried here?"
"Heh, a re trick."
Ron stomped his foot fiercely, and a viscous fla imbued with dragon power instantly swept across the ground!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
The ghost hands let out shrill screams the mont they touched the flas, turning into green smoke and dissipating.
'Old man, it seems you hold a grudge.'
'Wasn't it just spoiling the plot last ti? Do you have to keep ssing with my head?'
While thinking, his heterochromatic eyes were also continuously analyzing, considering how to deal with Jose here without affecting his subsequent actions.
"Leaving aside our relationship, do you really think that just Simon and the other four can capture Erza? That's ridiculous..."
Lightning flashed in Ron's hand, and a swift and fierce Thunderstorm Spear shot directly towards Jose.
"If she doesn't want to, even four more would be useless."
"Besides, even if she really is captured, so what?"
"Worst case, after dealing with you, I'll just make another trip to the Tower of Heaven and bring her back. It's not a big deal."
With each sentence he spoke, he took a step forward, and his aura climbed a notch, subtly overpowering Jose.
"As for you..."
Ron shook his head, looking at Jose with pity and mockery.
"A dignified Wizard Saint, the Master of one of the kingdom's top guilds, yet now reduced to Jellal's dog, running errands and blocking people for him..."
He bared a grin, aiming for a killing blow to Jose's pride.
"I wonder what your long-buried self-respect... thinks now?"
You want to ss with my head? Let's see who's better at it!
Indeed.
The more Ron spoke, the colder Jose's expression beca, his sinister gaze like a venomous snake.
"Shut up—!!"
Jose's dark magic power erupted like a volcano, forming a giant skeletal phantom behind him.
The temperature of the entire space plumted to freezing, and even the air began to solidify.
He glared intensely at Ron, his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth.
"Since you want to die... then I'll grant your wish!!!"
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