Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

What happened to the promise that "you've been learning swordsmanship for too long, I can't beat you"?

Delock was dumbfounded, his sword nearly flying from his hand. He quickly regained his footing, and the two entered a standoff.

However, Roy had no intention of competing with his opponent in terms of physical strength. With the help of True Sight, it was immediately clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

He lightly pushed off with his toes, retreating backward, and then, using the momentum, deftly unleashed a straight thrust.

The iron sword, like a fierce white dragon unleashed from its cage, suddenly pierced the air!

The Eye of True Sight simultaneously displays the accuracy of the movement.

88%!

The next step is to step into Lv.4, the highest level of master.

The dazzling silver streak pierced through Delock's hastily formed block, but its aim was also successfully deflected, only managing to pierce Delock's shoulder.

Even though the sword tip didn't touch the bone, the defensive power of the hard skin was evident.

Blood gushed out, and the eerie black hair on Delock's face grew wildly like a watered vine, instantly engulfing his handsome face, covering his forehead and chin with thick, dark hair.

Roy sighed in a daze. He had grown to this level, easily suppressing Delock, whose attributes were far superior to his, with two amazing sword techniques.

Unfortunately, the opponent's combat awareness was not bad. The moment the blade entered his body, he quickly retreated to avoid the blade spinning and causing more damage.

At the same time, the heat source reaction from Delock also began to rise steadily.

A crimson color shone brightly around the boy.

"Is it a spark?"

Delock kept his mouth tightly shut so that Roy wouldn't see that he was gathering a ring of burning energy in his chest. However, Roy saw through his act, and in his shock, the fireball that had been gathering eighty percent of its power immediately shot out of his mouth.

He hadn't practiced much with sparks; he was only a beginner. The fireball was fast enough for an ordinary person to dodge, but Roy simply turned slightly to the side, causing the fireball to explode on the ground, scorching the earth black.

"Bloodline fusion is truly amazing, it actually allows humans to use such strange abilities." Roy's eyes lit up as he spat out a fireball, which could be called magic. It was the first time he had ever seen such extraordinary power.

Then, he slowly walked toward Delock, each step carrying a heavy pressure, as if a mountain was about to collapse in front of his opponent.

Every time he took a step forward, straining his waist and abdomen as if to unleash a sword technique, Delock would show a look of fear in his eyes and dodge to the side with his footwork.

"Karazan, go get help!" Roy called out to the stunned Karazan and continued to put pressure on Drok.

As Karazhan's figure disappeared down the hillside, Drok's heart sank to the bottom.

The situation changed so quickly that he was caught off guard.

These past few days, he had been meticulously posing as a vampire, even killing his own guards and causing panic in the town. He had also merged with the bloodline of the Thunder King Kong Ape. It should have been the perfect time to press his advantage and secure victory.

However, it was destroyed in just a few minutes.

I had only heard of this boy before, in the incident involving the wizard. How could he have suddenly risen to prominence and displayed such great strength?

Especially his swordsmanship; it's simply impossible for him to have mastered it to this extent in just over ten days!

"I...I understand." Delock suddenly gave a strange "chuckle".

"You've also received the wizard's legacy, haven't you? Learning so quickly?!"

A hint of madness crept into Delock's expression.

Roy stood there, stunned, thinking to himself that wizards were truly amazing. If he had obtained this so-called "rapid learning" in his previous life, wouldn't he have been able to slaughter everyone and reach the pinnacle of life?

He shook his head and said calmly:

"You're going to die."

The cold judgment fell. Roy began to circle around Delock, his steps as swift as a cheetah poised to strike.

He needs a victory without injuries.

"Hehehe." That was a bloodthirsty laugh, a laugh that no one but Bodian, who had taken several lives, could possibly utter.

"You've witnessed my lion's roar, yet you're still so composed... you must have something to rely on, right?"

At this moment, half of Drock's body was covered in jet-black hair, swaying in the wind, like an extremely evil black mist swirling around him, as if a demon king from the abyss had descended.

"I'll tell you! You're wrong!"

"That's ridiculously wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon King's body pulled out a test tube-like container from a lining of his leather armor. The test tube contained a blood-red liquid. Roy frowned and looked at it with his True Sight Eye, but it only showed a bunch of question marks.

He immediately tried to step forward, but Delock was even faster! He pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and poured it down! It was all done in one smooth motion, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times!

The moment the medicine was administered, its effects erupted, and deep within the jet-black fur, a few dazzling golden hairs stood proudly like the crown of a lion king awakening!

"What is this?!" Roy was surprised to find that the bloodline concentration of the Lotl Lion in the race column of Delock's data was rising rapidly at a visible speed!

In just a few seconds, the increase reached an astonishing 1%!

"A potion that temporarily increases blood concentration... is my strongest trump card..." His nasal cavity seemed to be struggling even to breathe, the intense boiling of his blood bringing a huge burden.

however!

He gave a bitter laugh, his cheeks puffed out, his face filled with murderous intent!

The roar of a lion under high bloodline concentration will inevitably be even more astonishing!

"Roar—!!!"

The sound was like a tangible shockwave; the sky trembled, the earth cracked, and all living things rose up in panic. At this moment, all things were shaken to their core!

This is the roar of the king of the grasslands, striking straight to the soul. Any creature that hears this roar will kneel down before its master in a prostrate posture!

Even with Roy's superhuman mental strength, his consciousness was momentarily blanked out by that roar.

My mind went completely blank; I had no idea where I was or what I was doing, like a fool.

Last time, that weakened version of the lion's roar affected him for a moment.

This brief moment is enough for extraordinary individuals to decide life and death.

And this time... a full second!

The progress has been remarkable.

But it's still far from good enough.

Roy's mental attributes are far superior to Delock's.

De Locke was completely unaware of this.

The moment his consciousness returned, Roy moved.

This was exactly what he had been waiting for, as Delock used up the stun time from Lion's Roar.

In a normal life-or-death duel, he might have to put in some effort and could even get injured, affecting his chances of being drafted three days later.

On the contrary, the side effects of his bloodline ability gave him the opportunity to win easily.

The waist and abdomen are like a tightly strung bowstring, and the feet are like roots planted in the soil, with power rising from the soles of the feet.

The water surges and splashes! A meteor tears through the sky!

As always, it followed a perfect arc, leaving an elegant trail in mid-air.

This trace, however, opened the door to death.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever killed someone."

Cutting a person's neck is as easy as cutting tofu, even if that person is covered in gorilla and lion hair.

The silver blade was stained with blood, just like a hammer falling at dusk, flowing through the setting sun, nothing special.

Roy had planned to kill many people in the future, so he practiced with metal ingots early on.

The conclusion was that metal ingots are much harder than flesh and blood.

Perhaps due to the momentum of the spin, Delock's head spun and flew into the air.

His consciousness reconnected to his brain, but he was unable to perform any actions.

The hissing sound of blood gushing from the arteries gradually faded into the distance, the force like an oil painting splashed with black and white paint, rapidly fading.

The sound of the wind in my ears was first clear and harsh, like the roar of a wild beast. Then, the sound suddenly rose and became distorted, and finally—

All sounds are silent.