"You’re really unlucky. I was originally chasing someone else over here, but that rat ran too fast and I completely lost track of him here.
Lucky for me, I ran into you..."
The young Black Robed Wizard said lightly, with the corners of his mouth habitually lifting as he spoke, giving off the impression of a constant sneer.
"Oh, there’s something I need to remind you.
You did a good job concealing your strength, but the flaws in your soul are too apparent..."
Watching the Black Robed Wizard sizing him up, Ronan was momentarily stunned, realizing where he had made his mistake.
He forgot, he forgot the difference between an Official Wizard and a Wizard Apprentice; apart from the fluctuations in spiritual power, the level of soul purification is also a very obvious characteristic.
After a soul purification, the soul of an Official Wizard naturally gives a sense of clarity.
This is something that Apprentice Wizards might not perceive, but for a Level 1 Wizard like himself, it’s easily noticeable.
"Just got promoted, haven’t fully adapted to the change in strength and identity..."
Indeed, the effects of the Mirror Magic Tool fragments are also very limited, only capable of replicating the aura, quite useless.
It can only be said that everything happened too quickly, Ronan’s preparations when fleeing were rushed, ignoring this point entirely.
Ronan straightforwardly removed the effect of the Magic Tool, sensing the aura emitting from the young Black Robed Wizard in front of him, whose spiritual power fluctuations were at least three times his own.
Ronan exhaled deeply, thought for a moment, then said to the young Black Robed Wizard, "Actually, I know Angelie from Silent Forest quite well. We don’t necessarily have to fight.
Moreover, I’ve only recently joined Hoddam Academy and don’t feel much of a connection to it. If possible, I might choose to join you..."
Ronan spoke seriously, albeit he wasn’t entirely bluffing, he did genuinely consider "switching sides in the face of battle" as an option.
For him, joining the Black Robes wasn’t unacceptable, especially at a time when he had no idea where else to go.
His words made the young Black Robed Wizard pause, and after a few breaths, he responded with a face full of amusement, "What a foolish and laughable plea for mercy...
Who told you we are from Silent Forest?
We belong to the Crimson Tower!"
The young Black Robed Wizard chanted as he casually formed a blood ball the size of a ping pong ball and then with a "pop" it exploded in his hand, blood foam condensing into a pattern resembling a red spire with upright fangs.
"Can’t you even distinguish between Undead Series and Blood Series spells?"
Ronan was slightly stunned, finally understanding why, after a half-year long conflict between Hoddam Academy and Silent Forest, the main base was suddenly attacked... it turned out a third party Wizards Force had joined.
And this newly joined third party was clearly much stronger than either of the first two!
"...As for joining us?"
The young Black Robed Wizard looked Ronan up and down, shook his head, and said, "Looking at your unnaturally aged appearance, it must be due to the excessive consumption of your lifespan when advancing to an Official Wizard, right?
With such qualifications, do you think we would want you?
Don’t treat the Crimson Tower like some second-rate Wizard Land force like Hoddam, we don’t just take any garbage wizard..."
The young Black Robed Wizard, acting superior, looked down at Ronan with a face full of disdain and contempt.
Faced with his sarcasm and ridicule, Ronan’s eyes flickered momentarily, then calmed down as he seriously inquired,
"Then what kind... is not garbage?"
The young Black Robed Wizard narrowed his eyes at Ronan but didn’t respond, though the patience on his face quickly vanished.
Soon, a cold murderous intent flowed from him, his cold voice starting, "Alright, the time for last words ends now. Time to hand over your head...huh?!"
Before he could finish his words, the young Black Robed Wizard looked startled.
Unexpectedly, he found that Ronan’s figure had suddenly disappeared from in front of him, leaving only a pit that had just exploded, with mud and turf scattering.
Before he had time to disperse his spiritual power fully to track the vanished figure, suddenly feeling something, he abruptly turned around—
Only to find emptiness behind him.
His pupils shrank sharply!
He saw a figure leaping high, crossing over his head, backlit by the sunlight, the Grey Robe and white hair billowing with the wind, the face not clear, only the cold, gem-like blue eyes visible... and the Magic Wand in his hands with bluish flames burning fiercely.
"You were saying... what? Isn’t garbage."
Cold, deep voice along with intense killing intent fell from the high skies, directly towards the young Black Robed Wizard’s chest.
The young Black Robed Wizard growled, his massive spiritual power erupting like a force field, gathering numerous Energy Particles, forming a swirling thick crimson instantly, then escalating layer by layer like rolling waves.
The crimson waves accumulated layer by layer, instantly forming a gigantic barrier, similar to an backward-flipping blood-colored hand, ready to strike back fiercely at any moment.
The terrifying crimson light set off the young Black Robed Wizard’s flowing hair, making him look devilishly powerful.
A muffled explosion sounded at that moment, and the young Black Robed Wizard’s eyes trembled slightly.
The series of muffled sounds continued nonstop.
The young Black Robed Wizard’s facial expression finally changed, he had just lifted his Magic Wand, not yet having thrown out his next spell, when the barrier, made up of massive blood waves, was breached layer by layer!