Chapter 6 You will kill everyone, including yourself (2)

Once this thought came to his mind, he could no longer control it. Farouk's mind was constantly searching for conditions that were favorable to him, and his breathing had begun to become rapid and hot.

His right hand was already raised, and magic power was flowing through his body.

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

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

He spread the magic power evenly throughout his body, choosing to use it to strengthen his body.

"Strengthen! Strengthen! Strengthen!"

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

The rustling sounds disappeared. All the believers behind Dawn Farouk held their breath and stood still. The Dawn Knight opposite him was like a sculpture. The whole scene was filled with depressing silence.

Farouk wants Ron dead, the believers of the Eternal Freedom sect affiliated with Farouk want Ron dead, and the Dawn Knights also want Ron dead...

Hermann had been staring at Ron with his eyes widened to the limit, vividly demonstrating what it meant to be horrified. His mouth even opened uncontrollably, revealing a mouth full of blood.

Everyone wanted Ron to die, as if as long as Ron died, everyone would be happy.

In just a few seconds, the magic power had gathered to the limit, and Dwayne Farouk's right hand even began to flash with a metallic luster.

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

With a loud bang, a bomb seemed to explode under his feet, and Farouk's body was ejected forward like a cannonball. His speed increased to the limit in a short distance and time, and he flew across the ground like a streak of light.

The clenched fist went straight to Ron's back.

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

Especially Hermann, whose face was distorted like a ghost, and his lips moved rapidly:

"Die, die, die, die..."

Herman's abnormality finally caught Irelia's attention. The sad nun subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of Herman's gaze. Then, her face suddenly turned pale and she instinctively let out a shrill scream: "Be careful!"

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

Unfortunately, it was too late! In an instant, the highly reinforced iron fist had already touched Ron's back, as if it was going to shatter Ron's heart into pieces in the next moment.

A mere magician, his weak body definitely cannot withstand such a violent impact.

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

At that moment, Ron seemed to have turned into a mollusk. His upper body tilted to the left in a strange way, and he avoided Dwayne Farouk's iron fist by a hair's breadth.

The iron fist hit the air, and the strong sense of distortion made Farouk so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

He was stunned and couldn't believe the outcome. At close range, he saw it more clearly than anyone else. It was an action that no normal human could perform.

Extreme dodge.

A special effect added to fully enhanced shoes, which can only be used once a day.

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

Under the influence of inertia, Dwayne Farouk continued to rush forward. Just as he passed Ron, Farouk saw Ron turning around, with a smile on his handsome face and his dark pupils staring into his eyes.

hiss.

A chill rushed directly from the soles of my feet to my forehead.

Several slender fingers appeared from an incredible angle and grabbed his forehead. It felt like he was voluntarily handing his head to Ron's palm.

“Die!”

“Snap!”

The hard skull cracked instantly.

Like a watermelon hit by a hammer, a mixture of scarlet and thick white jelly splattered on Ron's robes.

Balls, strips, and clumps of it fell along Ron's clothes.

Ron didn't give Dawn Farouk a chance to say another word. Even though the other party's life was in his hands, he didn't let the pleasure get to his head.

He would not give Dawn Farouk the opportunity to speak and stir up hundreds of believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect. Once he and these believers came into full-scale conflict, with Hermann's hatred for him, he would naturally not miss this golden opportunity, and Hermann would forcefully order 500 Dawn Knights to join the encirclement and suppression.

By then, he would have to face a 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 assess the situation he was in before he used thunderous means to wipe out Dwayne Farouk. Only in this way could he shock the entire audience.

The scene, which had been heated up at first, dropped back to freezing point... Seeing Dawn Farouk's head crushed by Ron, leaving only a headless corpse twitching nervously on the ground, everyone was silent.

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

How strong is this guy?

What level is his strength at? Panic level? Disaster level? Or even... Hero level?

As a magician, he didn't even use any magic from beginning to end.

The unknown is even more frightening.

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

Ron is roughly what he looks like now.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He exhaled, feeling a little nauseous, and reached his left hand into his pocket. From what little memory he had, there was a pure white square handkerchief in this pocket.

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

Instead, it's a bit frosted and rough.

Ron took the 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 the knowledge made the words on the paper quickly become familiar. The scarlet, worm-like words were filled with a crazy atmosphere, just like some weird prophecy:

"You'll kill everyone, including yourself!"

Hiss! Ron's pupils suddenly contracted, and an indescribable fear struck his heart, as if caterpillars were crawling all over his body, and all his skin was covered with goose bumps.

Ron used up almost all of his willpower to control his limbs and not show the sudden shock in his heart. He silently stuffed the paper ball back into his pocket, and reached deeper into his pocket to pull out a pure white square handkerchief, carefully wiping every finger on his right hand.

The filth was cleaned up.

There was an obvious rough, unhealed wound on the index finger of his right hand, as if it had been bitten by teeth.

The words on the paper were written with blood by the original owner of this body, who bit his finger.

But why did he 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 be reincarnated into his body?

But if it wasn't a message for me, then who was it for? Ron exhaled slowly, calming the waves surging in his chest. The handkerchief that had been stained with filth was thrown away by Ron casually, and it happened to fall on Farouk's broken head. The scarlet quickly soaked the handkerchief, and the pure white turned into scarlet.

It becomes even more dazzling under the moonlight.

Ron's eyes flickered slightly. This note brought him too much shock and too many doubts, but he knew very well that now was not the time to think about these problems.

He raised his head, his eyes had become cold, and he swept his gaze over. Be it the believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect or the Dawn Knights, they all lowered their heads. They didn't even have the courage to look Ron in the eye.

How eagerly I had hoped for Ron's death, how much fear I felt now.

Even Hermann lowered his proud head, biting his lips tightly with his broken teeth. It was unclear whether it was his lips that were bitten or the blood from his broken teeth, but there were traces of bright red blood falling from the corners of his mouth.

From heaven to hell, that's all.

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

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

Her small, pointed chin rested on Ron's shoulder, and Ron could see her beautiful and delicate profile. Her silver and black hair fluttered around Ron's ears.

System, black and white: light and darkness! No one noticed that a strand of silk, thinner than spider 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 flash a faint light!

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