I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 173 How can I use my skills if you don't leave?
“Vell, you and Ms. Adele take Eugene Yann back to headquarters.”

"Zakri, let's chase them together!"

Seeing the three burly men about to disappear into the distance, Ron quickly gave the order.

"Just to my liking."

Zachlee, like a lone wolf, grinned maliciously, and then pale blue magic rapidly spread across the sole of his shoe.

He jumped lightly, as if repelled by gravity, and instantly flew more than ten meters away.

Compared to seasoned magic warriors, Ron's pursuit methods were much simpler and more straightforward.

The No. 11 bus beneath me sped up to its maximum power, instantly traveling dozens of meters.

As Zach ran, he felt a gust of wind blow from behind, and then he saw a golden figure full of numbers leave him far behind.

Strength equals speed, and the master-level "Holy Sword Technique" grants Ron an incredibly powerful physique, honed through decades of rigorous training.

However, while this numerical speed is fast, it doesn't look very appealing.

Ron realized his own shortcomings.

If all the enemies he encounters can fly, even if his magic is so unique and bizarre that it rivals that of a god, he'll probably only be left to eat their exhaust fumes.

The wind howled in his ears, and in just a few steps, Ron saw the backs of the three big guys again.

"Damn, is he some kind of animal? He runs so fast!?"

One of the big guys, seeing Ron's speed, cursed angrily.

"Shut up, Third Brother. If he's livestock, then what are we?"

"He's running so fast, let's speed things up and lure him to a secluded spot to finish him off. We can't delay His Majesty's instructions!"

As they spoke, a ray of sword light descended from the sky; it was as if the burly man tearing the dress had eyes in the back of his head.
His muscles bulged, and he turned his body to the side, narrowly avoiding Ron's slash.

On the street, people dodged and weaved. Ron, who was running, was about to gather his strength again and swing his sword to strike once more when he saw the three big guys suddenly turn around and head towards a gloomy and deserted cemetery.

The intentions of these three people were quite obvious; even a fool could see them.

This made Ron hesitate about whether to jump into the trap.

Because that would make him seem like someone with an intellectual disability.

"I call this turning the tables on them."

He muttered to himself, then stopped in his tracks and, seeing Zakri following him from a distance, swiftly wielded the "Sword of Victory and Oath" and stormed into the cemetery.

As soon as he entered, Ron heard a deep, mocking laugh.

"Hahaha, I can't believe someone would fall for such a ridiculous trap. Since you're here, then prepare to die!"

Ron's lips twitched, and with a twist of his waist and a swing of his arm, he swiftly delivered a sword strike.

Golden-red blood blossomed before my eyes, and a little finger detached from the muscular body, falling helplessly to the ground.

"If you know you're an idiot, then don't set a trap."

The boy kindly offered advice, but in this society where kindness is often taken advantage of, his good intentions were frequently misunderstood.

"Second brother, third brother, let's kill this foul-mouthed brat together!"

Three burly men dressed in very little clothing emerged from the air.
At this moment, their bodies were covered in yellow-green scales, their pupils were vertical, and a thick, powerful tail, like that of a lizard, had grown from behind them.

Not human, but a reptilian?
No, lizardmen aren't that big.
The continent of Oran has been dominated by humans since ancient times. There are other races, but most of them were wiped out in the disaster a thousand years ago.

Even the goblins that were ubiquitous a thousand years ago have gradually lost their ability to reproduce due to increasing environmental pollution and the irregular discharge of alchemical waste gas and wastewater.

Aside from the vengeful snake woman, Ron had never seen any other intelligent races.

Thoughts churned in his mind, Ron's memories flashing by, quickly settling on page 568 of the Encyclopedia of Species in the Stardust Library. It possessed reptilian features, with skin covered in scales, and a head and tail resembling a lizard.
They're kobolds!

This is way too big!

As far as Ron knew, these creatures were usually the minions of dragons, but there were no dragons in the Kingdom of Oran.

"Roar!!!"

A thunderous roar came, seemingly mixed with a faint dragon-like howl.

Ron stood there, stunned, his nose stinging and his eyes filled with tears from the pungent stench.

Seeing the enemy stunned in place by the "roar of the dragon," even shed tears of fear, three lizard-like monsters pounced on Ron.

Sharp teeth, along with sticky saliva, gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
One of them wanted to bite off Ron's head, another wanted to pull out his internal organs, and the last one wanted to swallow the boy's head whole.

At this critical moment.

"stop!"

Zachri finally arrived, his blue magic surging around him, and he twisted his waist and swung his arms to throw the broadsword in his hand.

In an instant, a terrifying slash about ten meters high rose from the ground.

The aftershocks alone dug a crater nearly five meters deep in the earth, knocked down countless graves, and slashed fiercely at three monsters covered in tough scales.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the faint buzzing sound of metal clashing could be heard.

At that moment, all the air and dust in the vicinity were expelled by the enormous impact, creating a vacuum zone.

"Roar!!!"

A dragon-like roar exploded, accompanied by the flying of a broad greatsword. Zachary felt his heart clench violently, as if he had encountered some terrifying monster.

The palpitation only lasted for a moment, because the experience of eating "candles" completely broadened the lower limit of his ability to face fear.

The lone wolf tough guy took the broadsword and staggered back dozens of steps before barely managing to steady himself.

Two fourth-tier experts and one fifth-tier expert. No wonder this is the capital city; you can encounter such masters just by going out.
If these monsters come one by one, Zachary will certainly not be afraid.

However, imagination is often rich, while reality is harsh.

Why fight one-on-one when you can fight in a group?

Zachary silently assessed the monster's strength in his mind, then suddenly looked at Ron with a grim expression.

The captain was surrounded by monsters, and these monsters were incredibly powerful. If he were the one surrounded, he probably wouldn't have survived a single blow.

The only outcome is death.

That was so impulsive!

Just then, Zachary, who was deep in thought, suddenly saw Ron nod at him.

"Zakli, you go first!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged tough man suddenly froze, and then felt a slight sting in his eyes.

Although he had only just met Ron and the two were far from being familiar with each other, Zachary's expression turned solemn and he got goosebumps all over when he heard the words "You should leave now".

“No, I won’t leave!” he said resolutely.

How can I use my skills if you don't leave?!
Ron's lips twitched, and he felt a headache coming on. He realized the difference between leading a team and acting alone.

To be honest, he still had some baggage on his shoulders.

His magic attacks were all aimed at the lower body, so it was really embarrassing to show them to his teammates.

(End of this chapter)