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Chapter 115 Wang Yi: Who dares to beat me? Who can beat me! (4k4)

"who?"

The magicians were startled when Ron suddenly emerged from the shadows of the houses on the street.

'When did this guy... get there? When did he start listening?'

'And...did he arrive at the intermediate exam venue so early?'

But before the doubts in his mind could even surface, the leading magician noticed Ron's familiar clothes and remembered the only student who had been trying to hide himself at the beginning of the monthly exam and then mysteriously disappeared—

Add to that the hundred monsters that were impossible to find in the lower-level exam hall, and even a fool would understand that this person killed those monsters and then rushed straight to the intermediate-level exam hall!

'This guy probably has some skill... What's he planning to do?'

'Forget it, whatever he wants to do, he's a superhuman anyway. With so many of us, why should we be afraid of just one person?'

With that thought in mind, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his gaze toward Ron was filled with obvious hostility.

But at this moment, the superhumans who were bound and used as bait saw Ron, and after a slight pause, they realized what was happening, and their eyes immediately lit up with joy:
"Isn't this the top scorer in the college entrance exam?"

"Yes, yes... I even passed the principal's magic test during the opening ceremony..."

"Brother Ron, we're in dire need of help! Since we're both superpowered, could you lend us a hand?"

"Yeah, yeah, these guys only bully students like us from regular classes... You already had Lv.3 strength before you enrolled, you could easily beat these magicians!"

"Among these people, the strongest is only Dianwei, and that Wang Yi... umm."

The unlucky guy who had just been kicked to the ground and rolled around by the leader magician was the loudest, but before he could finish speaking, the magician next to him punched him in the face and covered his mouth tightly.

Seeing the expectant looks in the eyes of these superpowered individuals, Ron shrugged, having no intention of saving their lives.

To be honest, once you enter the "Hollow Battlefield," every candidate becomes an enemy to each other, vying for points and tokens.

Ron isn't some super-good guy who'd suddenly have a change of heart and save their lives—does saving them give Ron points?

Instead of wasting this time, we should figure out what cards Wang Yi has up his sleeve, prepare accordingly, and hurry up and get into the advanced exam room to rack up some points...

However, even so, Ron knew he couldn't be too lenient with these magicians.

After all, given the magicians' prejudice and disdain for superpowered individuals, if Ron were too mild-mannered, he would only be perceived as cowardly, making it less likely that negotiations would be successful.

Only by using a combination of persuasion and pressure can one perhaps obtain what one wants in the simplest way...

Thinking this, Ron ignored the superpowered individuals who were grasping at straws, and instead shook his head, giving the magicians a gentle smile:

"Don't worry... I don't have any intention of becoming your enemy for the time being."

"Compared to your underhanded methods, I consider myself to be quite gentlemanly—"

"Tell me what Wang Yi said to you in private, what trump cards he has prepared to deal with the other candidates in the advanced examination room... As long as the answer satisfies me, I will leave immediately."

Ron spoke with a smile, his tone carrying a subtle but firm undertone:
"After all... you don't want to just walk away now, completely losing your exam score and failing to get the points reward that some unknown person prepared for you, right?"

But upon hearing this, the magicians were immediately enraged.

Heavens have mercy, they've been studying at the Clock Tower for years, their acquaintances are all top nobles from District A, and not a single commoner they interact with on a daily basis is free from magical bloodlines...

Ultimately, they've never experienced such threats and reprimands before!
How dare Ron, a mere superhuman, speak to them like that?
Do they really think magicians are made of clay?

Normally, they might treat Ron politely, after all, Ron is a natural psychic who has received the possession of a portion of a Heroic Spirit and can use primal magic; perhaps one day he will truly accept a real Heroic Spirit—

But now, he has clearly sided with those superpowered individuals and is obviously going to deal with [Hidden Purple]... so they have no choice but to break off all pretense of civility!
After all, how could a natural psychic with only one magic circuit, who "might" be possessed by a Heroic Spirit in the future, possibly compare to a true Heroic Spirit possessor, a "Grand Candidate" of the "Astrological School"?
Thinking of this, the leading magician snorted coldly and said:
"You dare to address [Hidden Purple] by her true name?"

"Don't think I don't know your background... Ron, right? That guy who got lucky and managed to be possessed by a Heroic Spirit, and can now use primal magic..."

"They're just ordinary people invested in by a department of [Heavenly Listening] Company. Don't actually think you can stand on equal footing with big shots like [Hidden Purple]!"

As he spoke, he immediately and without hesitation began to caress the emerald signet ring on his finger, and shouted:
"Brothers, don't waste words with this superpowered guy, let's charge at him side by side!"
"He's only a Lv.3. With my [Clerk's Position] strength, and with the help of the [Opening Position] and [Priest Position] members, defeating him will be a piece of cake!"

Without hesitation, the magicians immediately cooperated with the leading [Cleric] magician to cast a spell.

They were all magicians of the Necromancer School, and at this moment they were casting spells together to help construct the same magical model, and were even able to construct some of the stronger parts of the [Rank] magic.

That kind of magic is special and powerful, its source being of a higher level. Even the "mediums" of Sequence Seven of the [Death] realm haven't mastered it; it has always been traced back to Sequence Six or Sequence Five.

As they murmured and chanted, within a second or two, murky, dark green light appeared above their heads, condensing into clusters of leaping, hissing ghosts.

These ghosts were filled with cold, deadly magic, but this magic was weak and visibly feeble, clearly much weaker than normal magic. It was merely a weakened version of magic constructed from personal reality...

Even so, its power was enough to make Ron take it seriously.

'This is magic... It allows a group of weak people to build a power far beyond what they could achieve on their own. It's incredibly suitable for use in wars against a void in history...'

'However, there is still a huge problem…'

Ron sighed inwardly, then clenched his fist earnestly—

The next moment, the magicians, who were still chanting magic spells and whose magic models were about to be completed, suddenly seemed to have their throats choked, and could no longer make any sound.

The magic model that was about to take shape suddenly collapsed and was no longer able to pose any threat to Ron.

The problem is, if this magical ritual is interrupted, the magic itself will naturally vanish like a bubble, becoming nothing more than a castle in the air.

'These magicians have been pampered in their ivory towers for too long... they don't know how to conceal their intentions, let alone what combat is!'

'They really just used my initial "personal reality" as background? What a bunch of idiots...'

Ron looked at the magicians whose throats were being choked by [Vector Manipulation], their faces turning blue and purple, and couldn't help but shake his head.

He walked up to the leading magician and loosened the restraints on this only [Rank] magician, allowing him to catch his breath for a moment— "Alright, I think now you're willing to talk to me, right?"

Ron spoke softly, clenching his fist without hesitation. Among the magicians whose throats were being choked by [Vector Manipulation], one magician had his neck snapped and vanished into data bubbles—

Several point tokens fell out of his body, showing that although this group treated superpowered individuals ruthlessly, they did manage to share the pitiful few point tokens from the lower-level exam hall equally when dealing with their own people...

"Five seconds. You have five seconds to answer my previous question—every five seconds I will send a magician off the stage, back to reality with a score of 0."

Whether they can take the points back depends entirely on your choice... The monthly exam scores of this group all depend on your next thoughts and actions.

Upon hearing this, the only [Cleric] magician turned pale, and his eyes burned with even more intense rage.

Ron, of course, didn't care whether he was angry or not, and calmly began counting down the time:

"Five, four, three..."

But before his countdown had finished, the magician in front of him spoke angrily, cursing:
"The glory of a magician must not be dishonored! You think you can make us betray a [Grand Candidate] for just a few points... You're dreaming!"

Upon hearing this, Ron was immediately filled with confusion:
'What do you mean? These magicians are all tough guys, aren't they?'

'This is ridiculous... If they didn't care about the rewards from this monthly exam, why would they even bother with it? Is it simply to suppress superpowered individuals?'

Or is it that... if they expose this, the price they'll pay will be far, far greater than the gain?

Ron frowned, just about to think of any other ways to torture him, when he heard a limping sound from the side.

The unfortunate guy who was being kicked around had his restraining magic ineffective because the magicians were bound.

He walked over to Ron, gave the group of magicians a disgusted look, gritted his teeth, and kicked the leader of the group hard before speaking:

"No need to ask, Ron... These people don't want to tell you, but I can."

As he spoke, he let out a cold laugh:
"In the lower-level exam rooms, they thought they had completely controlled us, so they talked about those things during casual conversations..."

Upon hearing this, the lead magician's expression immediately changed, and he shouted:
"Didn't I already use a silencing spell?! How did you hear me...?"

But the man sneered and said:
"Idiot, my ability is [sound wave control]. If I just control the sound waves in your silencing magic to reach your ears, you can hear them, right?"

"Ron, they said that [Hidden Purple] has prepared a possession ritual that allows a Heroic Spirit to possess you and use that Heroic Spirit's power..."

Hearing this, Ron frowned and couldn't help but interrupt:

"Heroic Spirits? This is a 'Void Battlefield' simulated by the 'Central Intelligence,' so where is he supposed to find those so-called Heroic Spirits—"

"He doesn't need to look... According to these magicians, the strongest monster in the advanced exam hall of the physics department's monthly exam, the final boss... is the very relic that was awarded to the first-place winner of this monthly exam!"

Upon hearing this, the leading magician turned pale and fell silent.

Seeing his reaction, Ron immediately realized that the information he had received was correct...

He waved his hand and snapped the necks of all the magicians, watching them turn into data bubbles. He then collected all the point tokens inside and stuffed them into the large sack he was dragging.

His hands continued moving, but his mind was still racing, recalling the intelligence he had just received—

'The teachers actually imported the Servant's Spirit into the Hollow Battlefield... No wonder the final boss specifically mentioned that it would reward a lot of points...'

'Under normal circumstances, defeating him would obviously earn the Heroic Spirit's approval, grant a massive amount of points, directly securing victory and making me the top scorer in the monthly exam...'

'However, now Wang Yi has abandoned all martial ethics, prepared a possession ritual, and transformed this final BOSS, who should have been the enemy, into his own power, forcibly starting a game of crushing the weak...'

Theoretically speaking, when possessed by a heroic spirit, Wang Yi possesses the strength of a [Color Rank] magician.

Even if this Heroic Spirit isn't as powerful as the one he originally possessed, its strength is estimated to far surpass that of a Level 3 esper. Ron would likely have to use every trick in the book to have any chance of winning against it head-on, but…

Who told Wang Yi to get this power through back channels and by relying on the spirit of a hero?

Thinking of this, Ron's expression couldn't help but show a strange look:
'This power is obtained through a possession ritual, but the ability it ultimately manifests is still the magic of a Heroic Spirit…'

'If I could break the possession ritual... no, that's not right, I don't even need to break the possession ritual...'

'If we just make contact with Wang Yi and use [Illusion Dissolve] to dispel his possession by the Heroic Spirit, wouldn't he be instantly reduced to his original form?'

'Looks like we've gained another advantage...'

Just as Ron was pondering how to deal with Wang Yi and had already prepared his prank tool, [Illusion Dissolve], on the other side—

In the advanced examination hall, Wang Yi looked at the black-clad figure in front of him, wearing a dark cloak, covered in glass medicine bottles, and shrouded in dense magic, his face filled with wild joy:

"Ha, ha... hahahaha!"

"It's actually Sequence Six of the [Mysterious] category, a 'Potion Master'!"

"Such a heroic spirit, such a holy relic... could perfectly complement my heroic spirit, and perhaps even give me a chance to rely on ancient methods to embark on the true [Potion Sequence]!"

"This heroic spirit should rightfully reside within me!"

With this in mind, he initiated the possession ritual without hesitation. As the magic circle beneath him flickered, the silent man in black, who had been calmly watching him, instantly transformed into a dark radiance that enveloped him and merged into his body.

The next moment, Wang Yi's eyes were once again filled with seven-colored oil paint, and the familiar magic became as easy as his own, making him seem as powerful as a true, [mysterious] Sequence Six...

Faintly, a soft laugh echoed in his mind, mixed with indistinct whispers of ancient Rodoran language—

Wang Yi was oblivious to the strange sound, instead indulging in the overwhelming power and boundless joy.

Feeling the surging magical power within him, he couldn't help but grin and laugh loudly:

"【Color Position】Magic, Primal Magic...and the power of Heroic Spirits!"
"Who dares to beat me?"
"Who can beat me?!"

(End of this chapter)