As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Once this thought emerged, he could no longer control it. Faruk's mind was constantly searching for conditions that would benefit him, and his breathing began to become rapid and hot.

His right hand has been raised, and magic power is flowing within his body.

Dawn Farooq had no idea that in Ron's eyes, he was like a clown on the stage...

Dawn Farouk did not bombard Ron with powerful magic. After all, Ron was a magician, and excessively powerful magic fluctuations would definitely attract Ron's attention.

He spread the magic power evenly throughout his body and chose to use magic power to strengthen his body.

Strengthen! Strengthen! Strengthen!

The magic power of the earth attribute is gathering rapidly, and a rock-yellow luster appears on each rough finger. They are obviously human fingers, but they look harder than stone.

The originally chattering voice disappeared. The believers behind Dawn Farouk all held their breath and remained motionless. The Knights of Dawn on the opposite side also looked like sculptures. The entire scene showed an oppressive silence.

Farouk wants Ron to die, the believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect branch who are attached to Farouk want Ron to die, and the Knights of Dawn also want Ron to die...

Herman, who had been staring at Ron, his eyes were widened to the extreme, and he was a vivid interpretation of what it meant to have splitting eyes. His mouth even opened uncontrollably, revealing a mouth full of blood.

Everyone wants Ron to die, as if, as long as Ron dies, everyone will be happy immediately.

In just a few seconds, the magic power has been gathered to the limit, and Dawn Farouk's right hand has even begun to shine with a metallic luster.

The next second, his feet suddenly exerted force on the ground.

With a bang, there seemed to be a bomb exploding under his feet. Faruk's body was ejected forward like a cannonball. His speed directly increased to the limit in a short distance and time, like a stream of light, flying past the ground.

The clenched fist went straight to the back of Ron's heart.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes were staring at Faruk's fist, looking forward to the outcome.

Especially Herman, whose face was distorted like a fierce ghost, and his lips moved quickly:

Die, die, die, die...

Herman's abnormality finally caught Irelia's attention. The sad nun subconsciously raised her head and followed Herman's gaze. Then, her face suddenly turned pale, and she instinctively screamed: Be careful!

In the entire scene, Irelia was probably the only person who didn't want Ron to die.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

In an instant, the highly enhanced iron fist was attached to the back of Ron's heart, as if Ron's heart would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.

A mere magician's weak body would never be able to withstand such a violent impact.

He is dead!

But just when everyone thought Ron was dead and his heart was about to be shattered, an extremely strange scene occurred.

At that moment, Ron seemed to have turned into a mollusk. His upper body tilted to the left in a weird way, narrowly avoiding Dawn Farouk's iron fist.

The iron fist hit the empty space, and the strong distortion made Farooq depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

His face was full of astonishment, he couldn't believe the ending. From a close distance, he could see it more clearly than anyone else. It was an action that normal humans could not do.

Extreme dodge.

Fully enhanced shoes have a special effect that can only be used once per day.

With this ability, Ron doesn't have to worry about Dawn Farouk's sneak attack.

Under the influence of inertia, Dawn Farouk's body continued to rush forward. The moment he passed by Ron, Farouk saw Ron who was turning around, with a smile on his handsome face and a dark smile. The pupils stared into his eyes.

hiss.

A gust of cold air rushed directly from the soles of my feet to my forehead.

Several slender fingers appeared from an incredible angle and clasped his forehead. It felt like he was actively delivering his head into Ron's palm.

Die!

Crack!

The hard skull cracked instantly.

Like a watermelon hit by a hammer, a mixture of scarlet red and thick white gel spattered on Ron's robe.

Balls, strips, and lumps fell along Ron's clothes.

Ron didn't give Dawn Faruq a chance to say another word. Even though the other person's life was already in his hands, he didn't get carried away by the pleasure.

He would not give Dawn Farouk the opportunity to speak and provoke hundreds of followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect. Once there is a full-scale conflict between him and these believers, Herman will naturally not miss this golden opportunity given his hatred for him. Herman will forcefully order 500 Dawn Knights to participate in the encirclement and suppression.

At that time, he will have to face the huge force of hundreds of believers and five hundred dawn knights.

According to the system's calculations, this force has the ability to kill him within six minutes.

It took Ron a few seconds to judge the situation he was in before using thunderous means to kill Dawn Farooq. Only in this way could he shock the entire audience.

The scene, which had been getting hot, dropped to freezing point again... Seeing Dawn Farouk's head crushed by Ron, leaving only a headless body on the ground, twitching nervously, everyone remained silent.

No one could have imagined that it would end like this.

How strong is this guy?

What level is his strength?

Panic level?

Disaster level?

Even...hero level?

As a magician, he never even used any magic from beginning to end.

The unknown is even more frightening.

He looked down at his right hand, and saw that some sticky fluid was dripping down his fingertips... Can you imagine what it feels like to crush a raw egg with your hands?

That's roughly what Ron looks like now.

He exhaled, feeling a little nauseous, and reached into his pocket with his left hand. In his short memory, there was a pure white square handkerchief in the pocket here.

However, when Ron's fingers first reached in, the first thing he touched was not the soft touch of the cotton handkerchief.

Instead, it's a bit matte and rough.

Ron took this thing out of his pocket. It was a crumpled piece of paper.

With a little curiosity, Ron shook the paper ball away with one hand.

The memory of knowledge made the words on the paper quickly become familiar. The scarlet, worm-like twisted words were filled with an aura of madness, like some kind of weird prophecy:

You'll kill everyone, including yourself!

hiss! Ron's pupils suddenly shrank, and indescribable fear came over his heart, as if his body was covered with caterpillars, and all his skin was covered with fine goosebumps.

Ron almost used up all his willpower to control his limbs without showing the sudden shock in his heart. He silently stuffed the paper ball back into his pocket, and took out a pure white square handkerchief from deeper with his fingers. Wiping every finger on his right hand.

The filth is cleaned up.

On the index finger of his right hand, there was obviously a rough, unhealed wound, as if it had been bitten open by teeth.

The words on the paper were written with blood by the original owner of this body, biting his fingers.

But why do you use: 伱?

Could it be that this was a message from the original Ron to himself? Why, he couldn't have known that he would time travel to his body.

But if it’s not a message for yourself, then who is it for?

Ron exhaled slowly to calm the surging waves in his chest. The handkerchief, which had been stained by filth, was discarded by Ron, and it happened to fall on Farooq's broken head. The scarlet color quickly soaked into the handkerchief, turning pure white into scarlet.

Under the moonlight, it became even more dazzling.

Ron's eyes flickered a few times. This note gave him too much impact and too many doubts, but he knew very well that now was not the time to think about these issues.

He raised his head, his eyes had become cold, and his gaze swept across. Whether it was the believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect or the Knights of Dawn, they all lowered their heads. They did not even have the courage to look at Ron.

I had been so eagerly looking forward to Ron's death in my heart, but now I was so fearful in my heart.

Even Herman lowered his proud head and bit his lip with his incomplete teeth. He didn't know whether it was because his lips were bitten or because of the blood from his broken teeth. There were traces of bright red falling from the corners of his mouth.

From heaven to hell, it's nothing more than that.

In the entire scene, only Irelia was really grateful for Ron's survival, and her originally pale face turned slightly flushed.

No one could see that a pair of slender arms as white as lotus roots appeared silently from behind Ron, with green-white fingers crossed on Ron's chest and wrapped around Ron's neck.

With her small and pointed chin resting on Ron's shoulder, Ron could see her beautiful and delicate side face, and her silvery white and jet black hair fluttering in Ron's ears.

System, Black and White: Light and Dark!

What's more, no one noticed that a strand of silk thread, thinner than a spider's silk and almost invisible to the naked eye, floated up from the pool of blood and was silently absorbed by the system.

Even Ron didn't notice that her eyes seemed to be shining with a faint light!

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