Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

His eyes seemed to be implying that there were too many people around and it would be difficult to stop if a fight broke out.

now……

"Humph."

Before Frilian could finish her thought, a cold laugh suddenly came from the end of the street.

A tall, burly man calmly walked out of the alley.

His upper body was bare, his strong muscles gleaming bronze in the sunlight, crisscrossed with knife scars.

With just one glance, Frilian's heart tightened.

—What powerful humans!

"warrior?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow, his words sounding as if he were asking about the other person's identity.

"Do not."

The man shook his head slightly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips:

"He's a boxer."

Done.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist tightly.

Creak—!

The metal knuckle duster on his hand reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

He paused, then refocused his gaze, fixing it on Ronan and Frillie, his tone full of provocation:

"Don't compare me to those guys who use swords; real, visceral combat is what makes a man romantic."

"Kid, your perception is pretty sharp. You can see the basic configuration of our team even from this distance."

"Unfortunately, all of this is meaningless in the face of absolute power."

"You're a mage, right? Including the elf next to you."

"Hmph." He crossed his arms, seemingly recalling some past events, and laughed smugly.

"I'm not afraid of mages the most. I took down more than three of them at the ruins just now."

"Now, please hand over your money and those magical artifacts."

"They actually dared to steal what our Beast Adventurer Group had its eye on."

"I have to admit, you guys are really bold."

"..."

Ronan remained silent, speechless for a moment.

What do you mean by "you've got your eye on this"? If you're going to rob someone, just rob them. Why make it sound so high and mighty?

He gently touched his forehead, looking helpless, then raised his eyes:

"I think I understand now. The so-called Beast Adventurer Group is just a bunch of bandits."

“You, the boxer, are their leader.”

"May I ask, what gave you the courage to rob us?"

"Since you know we're so rich, aren't you afraid of retaliation later?"

"After all, you even mentioned the name of your adventurer's party."

These words were spoken.

The man was taken aback.

It seems so…

Why would he say something like that? Wait… no, I'm getting confused.

He dared to do this because he was not afraid of retaliation; he only needed to kill the other party to silence them afterward.

That's why he brought his team along.

Coming to his senses, his gaze gradually turned cold as he stared at Ronan, his tone extremely fierce:

"You're quite the talker. Don't worry, you won't have a chance. I've changed my mind."

“Not only you, but even that elven woman beside you will never escape from here. I want the money, and I want the person too.”

As he spoke, he stepped forward, a greedy smile spreading across his lips.

"I haven't tasted the flavor of elves yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barrier magic suddenly unfolded behind him, and a colorless light membrane completely enveloped the area.

Tap tap—With a series of chaotic footsteps, four men and women dressed in different clothes emerged from behind the burly man.

Their faces bore the same fierceness and greed, their eyes revealing their determination to possess their prey.

Battle is imminent.

Ronan sighed softly, "It would have been better if you had said that earlier."

If he had said that earlier, he wouldn't have had to say those things and try to confuse the other person's intelligence.

Because if you provoke the other party, it's understandable that he might hit harder.

After all, with Frilian around, one has to be mindful of the potential impact.

"Frilian, leave the rest to me. By the way, what exactly is a Fighter?"

The moment the voice fell, the boxer had already rushed in front of Ronan.

Upon hearing Ronan's words, his expression grew even more grim, and he immediately unleashed a full-force attack!

Ugh!

The surging wind of the fist tore through the air, emitting a sharp explosion, and the surrounding space trembled violently wherever the fist's shadow touched!

Of course, this is just an illusion created by the boxer.

Even so, the power contained in this punch should not be underestimated.

He once easily killed a giant dragon with this one strike, which is the reason for his confidence.

They're all from out of town, so killing them won't hurt. A few thousand gold coins would be enough for them to live a carefree life for over a decade. They'll retire after this one job.

Behind him, several of the fighter's teammates all had expressions on their faces that said, "This is a sure thing."

Because in their long-held perception, magicians were a group of weak and helpless people who couldn't even kill a chicken.

At such close range, even using defensive magic wouldn't be enough time.

They seemed to already foresee the scene of Ronan's head exploding, their eyes filled with excitement.

However, the next second.

boom!

A powerful punch, carrying immense force, struck Ronan squarely on the forehead like a cannonball.

A real shockwave erupted from the surrounding air.

Ronan merely shook his head slightly, as if he had been lightly bitten by a tiny mosquito.

Then, he casually slapped away the fist in front of him, which was the size of a sandbag, as if he were just brushing away a few insignificant specks of dust.

Immediately afterward, Ronan slowly shifted his gaze from Frilian back to the boxer, meeting his astonished and incredulous eyes, and casually remarked:

"Hey, do you know that interrupting someone is extremely impolite?"

"Have you finished attacking?"

"Hmm...it's just so-so. Did you not eat?"

"You..." The boxer was about to retort, but suddenly froze.

Logically, after Ronan said those words, he should have been furious and continued his frenzied attack.

However, at this moment.

When he realized what had happened, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

—What's going on?

His all-out attack didn't even scratch Ronan's head?!

Is this even human?!

Even if you use some legendary armor, it's impossible to completely absorb the impact!

It's a hallucination, it must be a hallucination!

He swung his fist a few more times, but without exception, each punch felt like hitting steel.

His own attack, capable of killing a dragon, was like a tickle to Ronan, having no effect whatsoever.

Instantly, he understood.

I've encountered a master strategist who's all talk and no action.

In an instant, his heart was filled with panic.

"You...you...you..."

His words were halting, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Ronan slapped him away, sending him flying dozens of meters away in an instant.

Then he looked at the people behind the boxer.

Beside her, Frilian was stunned by the sight.

Her right hand, which was summoning the staff, froze in mid-air, her face filled with astonishment.

—No, what happened?