Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

Clang!

He didn't even let out a scream before his eyes rolled back and he flew backward, crashing heavily into the wooden wall next to him, where he lay unconscious on the ground.

The basement lobby was no longer noisy; it was now completely silent.

Ron's movements were so fast that the members of the Dark Guild in the hall didn't even see what he did. Their companions, who were just about to launch an attack, were sent flying in an instant.

Everyone stared in disbelief, their earlier mockery and arrogance vanishing instantly.

They looked up at Ron, who showed no signs of magical energy, and felt a deep sense of unfathomable power within them.

Ron ignored their gazes, merely glancing sideways at the duration of the form on the panel.

[Current performance level: 40%]

[Current Drive Form: Heaven and Tyrant]

Duration: 3 minutes and 58 seconds

His current total magic power can maintain this form for about 6 minutes, but now there are less than 4 minutes left.

He twisted his neck, flicked his wrist, and looked down at the members of the Dark Guild below.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry. Would you like to come together, or take turns?"

Chapter 83 Elbow Technique Returns to Fight

Ron uttered these words softly, and everyone in the basement hall gasped.

They dared not launch another attack, and all eyes were now on their own chairman, Kafche.

Since Ron walked in, Chairman Kafch, whose face was painted with clown makeup, had been silent for a long time.

After staring at Ron for a long time with his tightly furrowed brows, he finally relaxed slowly.

He then burst into a strange laugh, leaving the other members of Dark Night Path looking puzzled.

Ron raised an eyebrow at the sight. Did this chairman still have some way out?

"Hehehe... I thought Makarov and the others were lying in ambush on us. I was so scared that I even used my mental perception to investigate them carefully."

Kafch leaned back in his chair with an air of confidence, staring at Ron like a fool, maintaining his sarcastic tone.

"Since Paris betrayed us, I thought all the Fairy Tail members would have surrounded this place. But it turns out you actually came here alone to die?"

Upon hearing the guild leader's words, the Dark Guild members who had been stunned by Ron's speed immediately came to their senses.

Yeah, there was only one person coming, but there were dozens of people from the guild. What are we afraid of?

"Hehehe, although I don't know what magical artifact you used to achieve your state of having no magic power, in the world of magic, do you really think we mages are fake just because we've practiced physical skills for a few years?"

Kafche stood up, a mocking expression on his face.

He realized that Ron had simply knocked out his subordinate; there had been no magical fluctuations at that moment, it was purely physical skill.

He had been in Ishgard for so long, but he had never seen anyone who could defeat a mage using only physical strength.

He revealed a sinister look in his eyes and pointed a finger at Ron.

"Since he likes to fool people with his acting skills so much, then you all unleash all your magic on this captain at once. I don't believe he won't run away!"

At Guild Master Kafch’s command, dozens of Dark Guild members sneered and stared at Ron with cruel eyes.

Colorful magic circles lit up in their hands, and magical energy surged in the basement, stirring up a gust of wind.

All the members simultaneously unleashed their signature magic at Ron.

Exploding balloons, sharp wind blades... dozens of long-range spells were unleashed, all hurtling towards the same direction!

But Ron remained completely unfazed by the various magical attacks coming his way; in fact, he almost laughed.

Although he still possessed more than a dozen life-saving skills, Ron, having already entered the [Heaven and Tyrant] form, could not use these skills for the time being.

In Ron's enhanced eyes, these still-unskilled spells appeared as if in slow motion, easily dodging them at any time.

He swiftly weaved through the dense rain of magic, dodging the attacks. The magic all landed on the wall without harming his body.

Boom! ...

The entrance to the first floor where Ron had been standing was blasted to pieces by their magic. The violent explosion sent up clouds of smoke and dust, and for a moment the ceiling was covered in dust.

"Did you take it down?!"

A member of the Dark Guild shouted excitedly, trying to see Ron's condition through the thick smoke.

However, before he could even raise the corners of his mouth, what happened next froze his expression.

Swish~!

A dark figure emerged from the billowing smoke in an instant. Relying on his explosive power, Ron appeared in front of Kafche like a black lightning bolt!

"what?!"

Kafch's mental perception was completely unable to detect Ron's movement trajectory. By the time Kafch realized what was happening, Ron was already right in front of him, completely unharmed.

boom!

Ron's powerful punch, combined with the explosive force of his charge, struck Kafche in the abdomen.

Kafche coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets from the intense pain, and he flew backward with the force of the impact!

Boom!

He smashed through several round tables and cups along the way, eventually breaking through the wooden wall of the basement and exposing the stone wall underneath.

The remaining members in the hall looked shocked, still unable to accept that their president had been knocked away like that.

"Flesh, physical magic?"

"Are you kidding me? This kid didn't use any magic at all!"

The arrogant demeanor of the surrounding members vanished, and they began to lose their composure.

Only a few people were still unwilling to give up and pounced on Ron.

Duration: 3 minutes and 14 seconds

Ron dodged their attacks while casually glancing at the current duration out of the corner of his eye.

There seems to be plenty of time; we can clean up more easily now.

As Ron dodged the attack, he casually twisted his neck, making a crisp sound.

He targeted the members who were still attacking, and with a swift movement, he delivered another punch.

boom! boom! boom!

Someone tried to cast a spell at close range, but he delivered a side kick and the person fell into a deep sleep before they could even cast a magic circle.

People nearby raised their weapons to slash at Ron, but he didn't even turn his head. He deftly deflected the blades with his bare hands, followed by an elbow strike, sending him flying backward.

As for the mage with his head full of balloons and the mage who attacked with his long arm, they had already fallen onto the wooden board, foaming at the mouth, during his unknowing counterattack.

In less than thirty seconds, the once noisy and crowded basement hall was reduced to just Ron standing alone, while all the remaining mages of the Dark Guild lay on the ground, with a few still conscious members groaning in pain.

President Kafch, who was embedded in the wall, was choked by the smoke and dust kicked up by Ron. When he coughed, he also coughed up the blood from his internal injuries, and blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth.

His pupils, already shrunk, remained as small as pinholes as he stared at the unharmed gray-haired boy before him, revealing fear and disbelief.

"How...how is this possible..."

He remained defiant on the surface, but his common sense and worldview had already been overturned by everything the boy had done.

"Fairy Tail...when did these monsters appear...?"

Ron brushed the dust off his clothes and turned to look at Kafche, who was still unconscious. He was much stronger than the previous ones; he hadn't fallen asleep after that attack, so he was still quite capable.

Ron couldn't help but show a complicated expression when he heard what Kafch said.

Am I a monster at this level? I still feel like I can't beat Gildarts.

Forget it, let them develop for a few more years, and one day they'll be able to beat us.

Ron then shook his head and said humbly to Kafch:

"You're still early. If you had come ten years later, there would have been many more monsters in the guild that you hadn't seen."

Chapter 84 I'm Gathering Intelligence

Ron's words reached Kafch's ears, and his eyes were filled with hatred again.

He struggled to raise his finger, pointing at Ron while staring intently at him.

"You... Pfft!"

President Kafche, embedded in the wall, coughed up a mouthful of black blood due to a sudden attack of qi and blood. The blood on his chin mixed with the clown makeup on his face, creating a murky liquid with white undertones, which fell to the ground.

Due to the double blow to his body and mind, Kafch's head, painted with clown makeup, drooped limply, and he eventually lost consciousness.

The Dark Guild's Night Journey plan was thwarted before it could even be realized.

Ron looked around; the once spacious basement hall had been reduced to ruins.

He looked around and finally found a relatively intact wooden box in the corner with great difficulty. He went over and sat down.

[Current Drive Form: Heaven and Tyrant]

Duration: 1 minutes and 30 seconds

He took the opportunity to end his [Heaven and Tyrant] form ahead of time and felt some changes in his body.

Ron's five senses returned to their previous normal levels, and the physical strength receded rapidly like a tide.

Based on the remaining time, Ron eventually recovered about 20-30% of his magical power.

The magic flowed slowly back to his limbs and bones along the magic circuit, and the magic fluctuations in his body finally returned to normal.

Along with this, Ron's muscles began to ache, and he inevitably felt mentally exhausted.

He showed a sore expression. This form is useful, but it can feel like you're overdrawing your energy. Of course, it will dissipate automatically after a little time to recover.

He sat down to rest while waiting for the council's troops to arrive.

Meanwhile, on the street outside their hiding place.

"Captain, the entrance appears to have been damaged by magic, revealing a huge hole!"

"Quick! Surround this area! We absolutely cannot let any member of the Dark Night Path escape!"

Dozens of fully armed Magic Council soldiers, led by a captain, quickly sealed off all the exits of the building.

Paris and Dorumbo trailed at the back of the group, panting, looking at the building with worry.

When Ron flew over on his big bird, he also brought Paris and Doronbo along.

After learning the location of the Dark Guild Nightwalkers' hideout, Ron immediately sent them to the Council of Councillors to report the Dark Guild's stronghold and request that the Council send his army to provide support.

"Everyone, prepare for battle! No matter what happens inside, immediately set up defensive magic!"

"Roger that!"

The soldiers stood in neat rows, holding their magic spears horizontally in front of them, some even breaking out in a cold sweat.

The Dark Guild Nightwalker is a fairly well-known dark guild in the nearby towns.

Even the Council's army must be on high alert when facing a dark guild of this scale.

The captain revealed a resolute look in his eyes and drew the longsword from his waist.

"Charge!"

The captain took the lead, charging into the entrance that had been magically expanded, and the soldiers behind him followed slowly forward.

"The council is enforcing the law; all of you must abandon your resistance?"

The captain's hand, which was holding the longsword high, froze in mid-air. He stared blankly at the scene before him, a look of astonishment on his face.

He had expected the various magic circles to light up instantly, and for the dark guild's mages to fight back, but instead, he witnessed a different kind of tragedy.

The chairs were shattered, glass shards littered the floor, and the members of the Dark Guild, rendered incapacitated, were almost all unconscious, convulsing uncontrollably.

Even the most famous guild leader, Kafche, was embedded in the wall and lost consciousness.

"What...what exactly is going on?"