Ronald actually quite admired the other party’s scrupulous spirit.
Even when facing an enemy who had already approached and was about to attack, he didn’t forget to adhere to his identity as an actor while shouting.
He hadn’t undergone professional training.
An ordinary person, in this situation, would have long since discarded these things.
It’s just a pity that appreciation is one thing.
But when it ca to action, Ronald had no intention of showing rcy.
The audience around him was still approaching the stage.
Before the crowd, influenced by psychological suggestion, reached him, Ronald had to secure victory first.
With a light snap of his fingers, he naturally charged towards the enemy in front of him.
"Hmph—"
Just as the two n closed the gap between them,
The man holding the Sword of Saint Catherine snorted coldly and swung the treasured sword toward Ronald.
He fancied himself as having received excellent combat training, and his enhancent technique to strengthen his body was also deployed.
Under the condition that he couldn’t use eye-catching spells,
The gap between an original text holder and a regular caster was leveled to a certain degree. Holding a weapon, he had no reason to lose!
Standing on the stage with both feet, the ample strength of his legs propped up his waist, and finally, the arm holding the saint’s relic transmitted all the power onto the blade.
The strength of the body combined with the magical enhancent.
The man swung the pitch-black blade from his side with fierce downward force.
If he could land this sword strike,
Ronald in front of him would undoubtedly be cleaved in two!
However, this outco was predicated on whether his swing could hit.
The confidence in his strength, bolstered by the magical enhancent and his excellent physique, was apparent, but comparing it to Ronald’s current ability, the difference still seed insurmountable.
Boasting the triple strength enhancent of "Divine Cody,"
The swing of the man on stage seed to Ronald like the speed of ordinary people exercising.
The trajectory of the black blade’s slash, the changing shape of the muscles on his arm, and the eyes filled with killing intent looking at him...
All these details were reflected in Ronald’s grey pupils,
Letting him grasp all possible changes in the battle from the very start.
When it ca to close combat, this fight had almost no suspense left.
Gazing calmly at the blade of the Sword of Saint Catherine,
Ronald boldly reached out to clamp the blade of the longsword, and with just the strength of two fingers, he already made it impossible for the man to push the treasured sword forward by even an inch!
This is bad...
Having his weapon restrained so effortlessly by Ronald,
The man holding the Sword of Saint Catherine imdiately realized he was in deep trouble.
But Ronald wouldn’t give him a chance.
The key to influencing the outco of the fight was in this fleeting mont.
Following the force exerted during their clash, Ronald slightly shifted his body to the side and with all his strength, barreled into the man’s chest.
Ronald’s strength was no joke.
Although he hadn’t learned martial arts before studying Baji Fist, this Iron Mountain Lean-like strike, when executed, still achieved a very noticeable effect.
"Ah—"
Driven by instinct, the man couldn’t control the fresh blood that sprayed from his mouth.
As soone who had undergone professional training,
He was well aware that his body had suffered extrely severe damage.
If he didn’t seek Healing treatnt for his wounds promptly, once the body enhancent technique wore off, it would be the ti of his demise.
Can a human body really produce such an effect?
Snap—
As this thought flashed through his mind, the man’s body, which should have been sent flying backward, suddenly stalled.
In that instant, Ronald grabbed the fellow’s wrist with one hand, and then forcefully thrust downward.
The man who should have been sent flying by the impact
remained stationary, thanks to Ronald’s implentation of absolute brute force.
As expected, the bones in the man’s hand disjointed under such violent treatnt.
Yet, even so, Ronald’s adversary refused to give up completely.
Using the last of his willpower to control the one good arm remaining, he swung Saint Catherine’s sword at Ronald’s face.
"Die, ahhh—"
"..."
Ronald’s eyes were dead serious.
The indomitable spirit the man across from him demonstrated was moving, even in an enemy.
Unfortunately for him, Ronald had no intention of showing rcy.
With one hand, he reached out, snapped the opponent’s arm bones, and the dark mist followed close behind to snatch away the man’s consciousness.
It was over in the blink of an eye.
The guy who had just a mont before struck an impressive figure as the male lead, now collapsed to the ground like a broken doll.
After a glance at the enemy’s pitiful state, with both arms ruined,
Ronald bent down and picked up the sword of Saint Catherine.
"You should just lie there for a while."
At this mont, there were only Ronald and another who played the role of the villain left on stage.
However, upon witnessing his companion reduced to this state in an instant,
even soone with half a brain could grasp that their combat strengths were not on the sa level.
Thus, the man glanced at the audience still rushing towards the stage,
and felt a slight sense of relief inside:
"We... we can talk! Look at these spectators..."
"Ah?!"
He had barely started negotiating for ti, when he suddenly exclaid in shock.
For Ronald, who stood on stage, displayed no hesitation.
After knocking down the first enemy and taking Saint Catherine’s sword in hand, he imdiately charged towards his last opponent.
For his enemies,
he intended not to spare them even a second of thinking ti.
In the face of this assault, the man who played the villain had no solution but to throw a handful of powder with both hands.
This was the spell he had prepared beforehand.
A normal person, breathing it in or skin contact with such powder—charged with magick—would imdiately plunge the enemy into unconsciousness, as quick and forceful as a hamr blow to the head.
Unfortunately for him, from the very beginning of their encounter, Ronald had reactivated the defensive capabilities of the "Angel."
As the powder drew near, it was completely isolated by the faint white light emanating from him.
"That’s just cheating..."
Watching the dark blade of Saint Catherine’s sword coming towards him,
the man’s face was filled with nothing but despair.
"..."
With one strike, he dispatched the last enemy, and only after confirming that ’Fury’ had indeed fallen, did Ronald stand stationary and exhale in relief.
At his feet on the stage, lay two enemies, barely clinging to life.
Beyond the stage, in the audience seats, a crowd was gathering, furious and ready to fight to the death with him.
To make matters worse, was his own engagent just monts before.
To defend against the enemy’s thrown powder, Ronald had unavoidably revealed the white light of his defenses for all to see.
And the audience, in the hundreds, had all been watching him closely!
Under no circumstances could he allow these people to beco "Seeds"!
Thus, with great reluctance, Ronald turned his gaze to the relic of the Saints in his hand.
On the back of the sword guard of Saint Catherine’s sword, fashioned in the shape of a black rose,
a maxim was engraved on the surface.
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