Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be controlled.
Faruk’s mind kept searching for conditions favorable to himself, his breathing already becoming rapid and scorching.
His right hand had already been raised, magic power flowing within his body.
Dawn Faruk had no idea that in Ron’s eyes, he was like a clown on stage… Dawn Faruk did not use powerful magic to bombard Ron.
After all, Ron was a mage, and overly strong magical fluctuations would definitely attract Ron’s attention.
He spread his magic power evenly throughout his body, choosing to use magic to strengthen his physical body.
“Strengthen!
Strengthen!
Strengthen!” Earth-attributed magic power gathered rapidly.
A yellowish rocky luster appeared on each rough finger.
Though they were human fingers, they looked even harder than stone.
The rustling sounds disappeared.
The believers behind Dawn Faruk all held their breath and remained motionless.
The Dawn Knights opposite also seemed like statues.
The entire scene fell into a stifling dead silence.
Faruk wanted Ron dead.
The believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect branch attached to Faruk wanted Ron dead.
The Dawn Knights also wanted Ron dead… Herman, who had been staring fixedly at Ron, widened his eyes to the extreme, perfectly illustrating what it meant for one’s eyes to split with rage.
His mouth even opened uncontrollably, revealing a blood-filled cavity.
Everyone wanted Ron dead, as if once Ron died, everything would immediately be perfect.
In just a few seconds, the magic power had gathered to its limit.
Dawn Faruk’s right hand had even begun to shine with a metallic luster.
In the next second, his feet suddenly exerted force on the ground.
With a boom, it was as if a bomb exploded beneath his feet.
Faruk’s body shot forward like a cannonball, his speed reaching the limit within a short distance and time, like a streak of light skimming across the ground.
His clenched fist went straight for Ron’s back.
At that moment, countless eyes stared fixedly at Faruk’s fist, anticipating the outcome.
Especially Herman, whose face twisted like a vicious ghost, his lips moving rapidly: “Die, die, die, die…” Herman’s abnormality finally caught Aurelia’s attention.
The sorrowful nun subconsciously raised her head and followed Herman’s gaze.
Immediately, her face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively let out a sharp scream: “Be careful!” In the entire scene, perhaps Aurelia was the only one who did not want Ron to die.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
In an instant, the highly reinforced iron fist had already pressed against Ron’s back, as if in the next moment it would shatter his heart into pieces.
A mere mage’s frail body could never withstand such a fierce impact.
He was definitely dead!
But just when everyone thought Ron was doomed, that his heart was about to be shattered, an extremely strange scene appeared.
At that instant, Ron seemed to turn into a soft-bodied creature.
His upper body twisted to the left in an unbelievably bizarre way, narrowly avoiding Dawn Faruk’s iron fist by a hair’s breadth.
The iron fist struck empty air, and the intense distortion made Faruk feel like vomiting blood.
His face was full of shock.
He could not believe this outcome.
At such close range, he saw it more clearly than anyone—this was a movement no normal human could perform.
Ultimate Dodge.
A special effect attached to fully strengthened shoes, usable once per day.
With this ability, Ron was not worried about Dawn Faruk’s sneak attack at all.
Due to inertia, Dawn Faruk’s body continued forward.
At the moment he brushed past Ron, Faruk saw Ron turning around, a smile on his handsome face, black pupils staring at his eyes.
Hiss.
A chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Several slender fingers appeared from an incredible angle, grabbing his head.
It felt as if he had voluntarily delivered his head into Ron’s palm.
“Die!” Crack!
The hard skull shattered instantly.
Like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, crimson mixed with thick white gelatinous matter splattered onto Ron’s robe.
Clumps and strands fell along Ron’s clothes.
Ron did not give Dawn Faruk a chance to say a single word.
Even though the man’s life was already in his grasp, he was not overwhelmed by the thrill.
He would not give Dawn Faruk the chance to speak and incite the hundreds of believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect.
Once he clashed fully with these believers, given Herman’s hatred toward him, he would not miss this rare opportunity.
Herman would forcibly order the five hundred Dawn Knights to join the siege.
At that time, he would have to face over a hundred believers and five hundred Dawn Knights.
According to the system’s calculation, this force could kill him within six minutes.
Ron took a few seconds to assess his situation before using thunderous means to eliminate Dawn Faruk.
Only in this way could he intimidate everyone present.
The heated atmosphere dropped back to freezing point… Seeing Dawn Faruk, whose head had been crushed by Ron, leaving only a headless corpse twitching on the ground, everyone was silent as cicadas in winter.
No one had expected such an outcome.
Just how strong was this guy?
What tier was his strength at?
Panic tier?
Disaster tier?
Or even… Hero tier?
As a mage, he had not used any magic from beginning to end.
And the unknown was what made it even more terrifying.
Looking down at his right hand, it was sticky, some viscous fluid dripping from his fingertips… Can you imagine crushing a raw egg with your hand?
That was roughly what Ron looked like now.
He exhaled, feeling a bit nauseated.
His left hand reached into his pocket.
In his limited memory, there was a pure white square handkerchief in that pocket.
But just as Ron’s fingers reached inside, the first thing they touched was not the soft texture of cotton.
Instead, it was somewhat rough, like sanded paper.
Ron pulled the object out of his pocket.
It was a crumpled piece of paper.
With a bit of curiosity, Ron shook the paper open with one hand.
Memories of knowledge made the words on the paper quickly become familiar.
Scarlet, twisted like wriggling worms, the text exuded a sense of madness, like some bizarre prophecy: “You will kill everyone, including yourself!” Hiss!
Ron’s pupils suddenly contracted.
An indescribable fear surged into his heart, as if his whole body was crawling with caterpillars, every inch of skin erupting in goosebumps.
Ron almost used all his willpower to control his body, not letting the shock in his heart show.
He silently stuffed the paper back into his pocket, his fingers reaching deeper to take out the pure white square handkerchief, carefully wiping each finger of his right hand.
The filthy grime was cleaned away.
On the index finger of his right hand, there was clearly a rough, unhealed wound, as if bitten open by teeth.
The words on the paper were written in blood by the original owner of this body, who bit his finger open.
But why use: you?
Could it be that this was a message left by the original Ron for himself?
Why would he?
It was impossible for him to know that someone would transmigrate into his body.
If it was not for himself, then who was it for?
Ron slowly exhaled, calming the surging waves in his chest.
The handkerchief, now stained with filth, was casually discarded.
It happened to fall onto Faruk’s shattered head, crimson quickly soaking into the cloth, turning pure white into red.
Under the moonlight, it appeared even more glaring.
Ron’s eyes flickered slightly.
This piece of paper brought him too great a shock and too many questions, but he knew very well that now was not the time to think about these things.
He raised his head.
His gaze had turned cold as he swept his eyes across the scene.
Whether believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect or the Dawn Knights, all lowered their heads.
They did not even have the courage to meet Ron’s gaze.
The more eagerly they had once hoped for Ron’s death, the more fear they now felt.
Even Herman lowered his proud head.
His broken teeth bit his lips tightly.
It was unclear whether it was his lips being bitten through or blood from his broken teeth, but crimson continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth.
From heaven to hell, it was nothing more than this.
In the entire scene, only Aurelia truly felt relieved at Ron’s survival.
Her previously pale face now had a faint flush.
No one could see a pair of lotus-root-like fair, slender arms silently appearing from behind Ron, pale fingers crossing over his chest, wrapping around his neck.
A small pointed chin rested on Ron’s shoulder.
Ron could see her delicate side profile.
Silver-white and pitch-black strands of hair drifted beside his ears.
System, Black and White: Light and Darkness!
Even fewer noticed a thread thinner than spider silk, almost invisible to the naked eye, floating up from the pool of blood and silently absorbed by the system.
Even Ron did not notice that her eyes seemed to flash with a faint dark light!