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

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

They dared not launch another attack, and all eyes were 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.

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, so I even did a thorough mental scan."

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 by now. 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 in the guild. What are we afraid of?

"Hehehe, although I don't know what magical artifact you used to achieve this state of having no magic power, in the world of magic, do you really think we mages are fake just because we've trained in 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 was no magical fluctuation at that moment, it was purely physical skill.

He had been wandering the continent of Ishgar for so long, but he had never seen anyone who could defeat a mage solely through physical cultivation.

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

"Since he enjoys fooling people with his acting so much, why don't you all unleash your magic on this captain at the same time? I bet he'll run away!"

At Guild Master Kafch's command, dozens of Dark Guild members let out cold laughs and stared at Ron with cruel eyes.

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

All the members simultaneously unleashed their signature spells at Ron.

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

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

Although he still possesses more than a dozen life-saving skills, Ron, who has already entered the [Heaven and Tyrant] form, cannot use these skills for the time being.

In Ron's enhanced eyes, these still-unskilled spells appeared as if in slow motion, which he could easily dodge at any time.

Amidst the dense rain of magic, he swiftly weaved through it, dodging the attacks. The magic all landed on the walls, without harming his body.

Rumble!!!

The entrance on the first floor where Ron had been standing was blasted to pieces by their magic. The violent explosion kicked up a cloud of smoke and dust, which enveloped the entire ceiling for a moment.

"Did you take them 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 dust 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. By the time he 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, landed squarely on Kafche's abdomen.

Kafche coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets from the intense pain, and flew backward with 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 other members in the hall looked shocked, still unable to accept that their president had been knocked away like that.

"Meat, body 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 rushed towards Ron.

Duration: 3 minutes and 14 seconds

As Ron dodged their attacks, he casually glanced at the current duration out of the corner of his eye.

There seems to be plenty of time; we can take it easy and clean up.

As Ron dodged the attack, he even had the leisure to twist 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 get close and cast a spell, but he delivered a side kick, and the person fell into a deep sleep before even being able to cast a spell 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 balloons all over his head and the mage who attacked with his ranged arm, they had already fallen onto the wooden board and were foaming at the mouth during his unsuspecting 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, embedded in the wall, was choked by the dust kicked up by Ron. When he coughed, he also coughed up the blood from his internal injuries, and blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His already shrunken pupils, still as small as pinholes, 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 this kind of monster 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 considered a monster at this level? I still feel like I can't beat Gildarts.

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

Ron then shook his head and said modestly 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."