Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

As Roy struck a practiced pose, Delock sensed something was amiss.

He and his father had encountered bandits and other thugs during their trade. Although these bandits had fierce expressions, very few of them harbored murderous intent towards the merchants. They would usually rob the goods and then let them live. The most vicious madman Delock had ever seen was a bandit who had accidentally clashed with the caravan guards.

Oh, now it should be him.

But the person in front of him really wanted to kill him...

That fierce and malevolent aura transformed into thick black smoke, soaring straight into the sky.

Where did this murderous intent come from?

Before he could think it through, Roy unconsciously took a sliding step, like a master who had been immersed in the field of combat for many years, with perfect rhythm, instantly shortening the distance between the two.

Before Delock could react, he threw a jab with his left arm, aiming straight at his opponent's face, forcing Delock to raise his arm to block, but it was actually a feint.

Taking advantage of the opening in his opponent's defense, Roy quickly lowered his center of gravity, and with his right fist fully charged, he delivered a precise hook punch that slammed into Delock's ribs!

Delock groaned in pain and instinctively shifted to the side, but Roy's rich experience saw through his movements. He used the momentum to spin around and thrust his left elbow into Delock's chin.

Delock hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but Roy's left hand reached out and grabbed his neck. The boy pressed down with his wrist and at the same time stretched his right leg forward to trip the opponent's ankle. The whole set of movements was as smooth as water, which was the "clinch and control" technique in free fighting.

"That skillful move! He's learned close combat!?" This was the only thought that flashed through Delock's mind before Roy raised his right fist, combining the power of his waist, abdomen and legs, the force of the punch so fierce it seemed to tear the air apart.

That straight thrust, a technique from the realm of boxing, hurtled towards Delock's chest!

Karazhan, perched on the hillside, felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity upon seeing the scene, as if he himself had thrown the punch and received the blow…

He was startled to realize that memories from several days ago were flooding his mind!

Isn't this the scene from that day when he used "brute force" to attack Chopper's "hard skin"?

But this time is different!

Roy's punch was incredibly powerful, clearly using all his strength, while Delock had no protective armor! Taking this punch would surely be fatal, making it difficult for him to participate in the subsequent draft, or even... death?

What a scoundrel Roy! He actually resorted to such a vicious scheme just to pass the draft!

Karazhan abruptly stood up from the hillside, completely ignoring Roy's earlier warning to hide properly. At that moment, he truly roared like a giant boar, his voice as loud as an avalanche.

"Roy!!!"

The roar was like thunder, filled with frenzied rage.

At that moment, the sharp straight punch struck Delock's chest with a sudden, painful blow.

Karazhan's expression suddenly changed.

Contrary to his expectations that Drok would cough up blood and fly backward, he stood firmly in place, letting out a faint groan, and then looked towards Karazhan with a horrified gaze, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, their gazes met, like lava flowing into the sea, creating a violent surge of steam.

Countless thoughts raced through their minds.

"The hard leather is good."

Roy broke the silence with an indifferent tone. Delock's expression changed drastically as he realized something and retreated rapidly, picking up the iron sword on the ground as he did so.

The iron sword rang out with a sharp clang, its blade flashing with a chilling light.

This is a setup, a setup staged for Karazhan.

Delock had tried his best not to use the hard leather, but the life-or-death crisis forced him to.

Then, the crucial information that he possessed Chopper's abilities was revealed.

"Drok...? Why, why?" Karazhan murmured, speechless.

Delock frowned, already considering how to kill the two men and escape safely.

"Give me the sword, Karazhan," Roy said calmly, extending his left hand.

He had high expectations for himself, but he never imagined that he could easily suppress Delock on his own.

While Karazhan hesitated, Drok, wielding his longsword, charged forward, the blade leaving a dazzling arc in the air.

It was filled with intense killing intent.

However, his basic swordsmanship was already below Roy's. The latter only raised an eyebrow slightly and saw through the move. He dodged to the side, and the sharp blade sliced ​​through the corner of his clothes.

Delock's attacks became increasingly swift, and Roy deftly dodged them all before rushing into his opponent's area and delivering another powerful elbow strike!

With knowledge of both swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, he could easily get close to an ordinary master and take his life without a scratch.

But Delock is different.

The hard skin once again blocked the elbow from hurting him, but his face visibly contorted.

Then, fine, stiff black hairs slowly grew on his face.

"Hmm?" Roy was slightly taken aback, then seized the opportunity to throw another punch. The black bristles grew wildly upwards like weeds.

Even the rest of Delok's skin was covered in black, like the mane of a wild beast.

A wild beast?

Roy suddenly realized. This must be a side effect of bloodline fusion? After using a bloodline ability, will one evolve in the direction of that bloodline?

He had never seen a creature like the Thunder King Kong, but it made perfect sense that a gorilla was covered in black fur.

Seeing Drok repeatedly unleash deadly attacks on Roy, Karazhan couldn't ignore it any longer, his mind drifting back to the past few days he had spent with Roy.

Although he often plots to steal Karazhan's money pouches, he is always dedicated to teaching swordsmanship, and his instruction is highly targeted, making him a better teacher than the mercenary Perland.

Under his tutelage, Karazhan's straight thrusts have progressed rapidly, with eight out of ten thrusts already hitting the target accurately. His spinning slashes, however, are still a bit too difficult.

As he carefully reflected on the events of the past few days, he concluded that Roy would never do anything to harm Delock without cause.

Combined with the seemingly toughened ability that Delock had just displayed, and the fear he had felt from the vampires over the past few days.

And then there was Chopper's line, "Only a few of us knew he was a bloodline."

An impossible thought began to creep into Karazhan's mind.

Delock, is he a vampire?

"Sword!" Without hesitation, Roy handed the sword to him out of trust, and Karazhan threw the iron sword.

At that moment, Roy's gaze fell on the spot where the sword had been thrown, and he shifted his stance.

A sinister glint flashed in Delock's eyes, hidden beneath his black fur.

opportunity!

To dare to disregard the enemy during battle—what audacity, what arrogance!

Delock vowed to make this man pay the price, in the name of his swordsmanship!

He tightened his waist and abdomen, and the power of his muscles rose from the soles of his feet. Although there was still a sense of sluggishness, his movements became smoother, and he was ready to unleash a sword technique that mobilized the power of his entire body!

Lv.1 Whirlwind Slash, a successful attack in one go!

Just as Roy caught the iron sword, Delock suddenly took a step forward, twisted his body, and slashed through the air like a swordsman using Iaijutsu!

A piercing cracking sound rang out, and the sword, imbued with 4.1 of his strength attribute, possessed an extremely domineering power.

He looked at Roy, who was tilting his head slightly, as if he could already foresee the scene of Roy's head falling to the ground.

After that, they went after Karazhan and killed him as well. They carefully collected the blood of both of them in storage bottles and then left Lanxi Town.

Before long, he will have the ability to increase his strength by eating grass and will begin his journey to becoming a knight.

But the wizard...

Delock shook his head inwardly.

Although he inherited the property left by a bloodline wizard, it was incomplete, and the path of the wizard ahead was shrouded in darkness.

As he pondered, the chilling aura of his slash remained undiminished, like a thunderbolt splitting through the clouds.

"Phew." The instant Roy caught the sword with one hand, a sudden realization dawned on him.

The body swayed smoothly.

The unsheathed sword arced in a beautiful arc.

That was a level 3 spinning slash. While it might not be on par with a master, it was at least as natural as flowing water.

Two swirling slashes intersected in mid-air.