Wizard Earl

Chapter 67 Struggle!

The moment the dark-faced fat man finished speaking, his expression changed drastically. He immediately tried to turn around, but before he could make a move, his obese body trembled as if struck by something, and then his face contorted in pain.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Just as the dark-faced fat man was struck, two daggers flashed through the air, aimed at his heart and forehead, and were about to strike!

Just a second before the dagger was about to pierce the dark-faced fat man, he was jolted awake from his pain. Seeing that he could not dodge the attack, a fierce look flashed across his fleshy face, and he actually swung his thick arm to block both daggers.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Connor frowned slightly and with a thought, withdrew his Shadow Dagger from the black-faced fat man's arm. He really hadn't expected that this black-faced fat man would be so bold!

"I never expected to encounter a psychic apprentice here. It's quite an eye-opener. Why don't you show yourself?" The dark-faced fat man ignored his bleeding arm and stared fiercely at Connor hiding behind the tree.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Connor did not panic. Instead, a cruel smile appeared on his lips as he emerged from behind the tree where he was hiding.

He had just checked and found that Varga was unharmed, only a little frightened, so he could now have some fun with the dark-faced fat man!

This dark-faced fat man's cultivation was above his, but judging from his aura, he was only a mid-level apprentice. In addition, he had just blocked Connor's shadow dagger with his own arm, so Connor judged that this dark-faced fat man was probably so poor that he didn't even have a single defensive magic item. Moreover, his arm had just been hit hard by his shadow dagger, and Connor felt that he could easily take his life!

"You are... that Suso guy from the party just now?" Upon seeing Connor's disguised face, the dark-faced fat man instantly realized who he was.

"Correct answer, but unfortunately there's no reward!" Connor's smile deepened as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Glancing at Connor's aura as a junior apprentice, the dark-faced fat man sneered, "You're incredibly audacious! A junior apprentice dares to ambush a mid-level apprentice like me!"

Connor scrutinized the wound on the fat man's arm, chuckled, and said leisurely, "Didn't you notice that I smeared poison on my dagger? That's why your wound won't heal."

The dark-faced fat man's heart skipped a beat at Connor's actions and words. He instinctively reached out to check the wound on his arm, but before he could react, Connor moved. Just like before, he launched a mental attack first, then swung two shadow daggers, tearing through the air and aiming for the fat man's vitals.

"You're asking for death!" the dark-faced fat man said through gritted teeth. Although he was prepared for Connor's mental attack, the strange mental attack still made his scalp tingle and his mouth twitch.

The dark-faced fat man had a solemn expression and began chanting a spell in a low voice. As his spell rang out, three fist-sized, scorching fireballs appeared in the air around him.

"Go!" With a wave of his arm, the fat man with the dark face sent two of the three fireballs flying toward the Shadow Dagger, while the other one was aimed at Connor's location, charging straight at him!

Connor glanced disdainfully at the fireball hurtling towards him, not even bothering to move. With a thought, the violet ring on his right hand released a purple light shield, blocking the incoming fireball.

"Bang!"

The fireball struck the purple light shield, creating only a spark before disappearing instantly.

"A level two enchanted item...?" Staring at the purple light shield in front of Connor, the dark-faced fat man was utterly shocked and instinctively shouted out:

Seeing the chubby man's face contorted with shock, Connor's smile widened. "So what if you're an intermediate apprentice? My gear is better than yours! I'm asking you, are you ready to die?"

"Stop, stop, stop! Sir, can we talk? If this chick is your prey, I can leave and give her to you?" The dark-faced fat man glanced deeply at the purple light shield in front of Connor, waved his hands repeatedly, and forced a smile onto his face.

Upon hearing the fat man's suggestion, Connor stroked his chin as if pondering. After a while, he nodded, seemingly having made a decision, and said, "Get lost!"

Upon hearing the words "Get lost," a hint of anger appeared on the dark-faced fat man's face, but he ultimately wisely refrained from retaliating and turned to leave.

As the dark-faced fat man left, a murderous intent surged in Connor's eyes. He spread his hands out, and black flames appeared in his palms, quickly condensing into two black chains engraved with mysterious runes, which shot towards the departing dark-faced fat man!

Connor had already made up his mind to make this dark-faced fat man pay with his life, so how could he allow him to leave unscathed?

"You broke your promise!" Connor, the dark-faced fat man, was not unprepared for his sneak attack, but he was still a step too slow. Before he could make a move, the black chain pierced through his chest.

Looking at the charred corpse of the fat, dark-faced man, burned to a crisp by the flames clinging to the black chains, Connor finally nodded in satisfaction.

Looking back at Varga, who had witnessed everything, Connor shook his head slightly, said nothing, picked up the charred corpse from the ground, and walked out of the park.

"Connor..." Varga said in a trembling voice.

Upon hearing Varga call his name, Connor, who was about to leave, instinctively stopped in his tracks. Realizing his mistake, Connor reacted quickly and immediately tried to leave.

But by then, even if Connor reacted quickly, it was too late. Tears welled in Varga's beautiful eyes as she cried out, "Connor, I knew it was you!"

"Damn it!" Connor cursed under his breath, wondering why he had made such a basic mistake!

Seeing that Varga had recognized him, Connor knew that there was no point in hiding it anymore. He shook his head helplessly, turned around to face Varga, and removed the disguise from his face.

"Cough cough cough, Varga, are you alright?" Connor asked somewhat awkwardly. The fact that Varga recognized him was truly a surprise to Connor.

Seeing Connor remove his disguise, Varga finally smiled happily and ran into his arms.

Feeling the warmth of the lovely girl in his arms, Connor was a little at a loss. Was this the legendary throwing himself into someone's arms?

(End of this chapter)