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

—How did the opponent lose?

She didn't even blink!

Chapter 12, 12, scum, deserves to die; cremate him on the spot.

"Boss, what's wrong! Boss!"

At this moment, not only Frilian, but also several of the fighter's teammates were stunned.

They simply couldn't understand why things had taken such a shocking turn.

I've never heard of their adventure team taking on a minor villain role in a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama.

In the crowd, a man who looked like a thief gritted his teeth.

He had a dagger hanging from his waist and stepped forward without hesitation.

He wanted to check on his boss's condition, but he also wanted to avenge his boss.

In his view, the fact that the boss was knocked away in one go didn't mean anything; it just meant that the opponent was stronger and had tougher muscles.

Moreover, he was thinking that there was another person ahead besides Ronan.

She is a girl, and very delicate.

and so……

Swish!

A gust of wind swept over him as he rushed forward, his eyes fixed on Ronan while keeping a close eye on Frilian beside him.

I thought I could strike and succeed.

however.

Snapped.

The moment the dagger approached, Ronan grabbed one of the thief's wrists.

bang.

Too lazy to waste words, the thief let out a muffled groan as a chilling sound of bones cracking rang out.

The pain of having one's bones crushed inch by inch is something that most people cannot endure.

However, even while suffering such excruciating pain, he did not give up his attack.

The dagger fell to the ground and was caught by another hand.

Grip it tightly, then thrust it forward with a fierce motion.

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Ronan clicked his tongue softly, "You rascal..."

He didn't know what to say; how could they not give up despite such a huge gap in skill?

It seems that their past experiences have inflated their confidence.

So be it.

Although I'm indifferent to these guys and their attacks don't hurt me, one test of damage immunity is enough.

Ronan flicked his finger and shattered the dagger.

Amidst the scattered fragments, a fleeting look of astonishment flashed across the thief's eyes.

next second.

"Goodbye."

He kicked out hard, bang—!

The thief was sent flying, his body like a kite with a broken string, directly knocking over his companions.

At the same time, a mouthful of blood mist gushed uncontrollably from his mouth.

Ronan shook his head slightly upon seeing this.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Snapped.

With a snap of the fingers, the area was instantly engulfed in intense heat, and everyone's bodies were quickly burned to ashes, along with the bloodstains on the ground, which vanished without a trace.

A gust of wind blew by, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air; nothing else remained.

No... to be precise, there's another one.

Not far away, in a pool of blood.

The boxer, who was in a semi-conscious state, slowly opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

When his gaze swept around and he saw that none of his companions had survived, his mind went completely blank.

"Wha...what's going on?! This is a ghost!"

His heart was filled with fear and shock. He never imagined that a mere robbery would lead to such a terrible ordeal.

Is this reasonable? I don't know, but in short, he knew he was finished.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope, because he noticed that Ronan didn't seem to notice him.

So he lowered his breathing, took a deep breath, endured the excruciating pain in his body, tried to control his muscles to stop the bleeding, and then pretended to be dead.

Ronan looked at the scene before him and wanted to turn around and leave with Frilian.

But then, his gaze shifted slightly, looking towards a corner.

next second.

A pebble on the ground was lifted into the air by his manipulation; he lightly stroked it with his palm and then hurled it towards the target.

Wow!

The pebble was like a bullet fired from a gun.

Hit the air.

Clang! A crisp metallic clang suddenly rang out.

Obviously... someone is there.

"Come out."

Splash.

A man clad in heavy armor emerged slowly from thin air, like a ghost.

A hole was visible to the naked eye, neat and smooth.

Through this hole, you can even clearly see the view on the other side.

The hole was about the same size as the pebble from before.

Frillie frowned slightly. Such excellent stealth skills…

Magic law?

still…

Ronan looked directly at the man and asked:

"Who are you? Why are you hiding there spying? Are you with them?"

"Or perhaps, you are a robber too?"

"Robbers?" The armored man gave a wry smile.

He lowered his head, looking at the shocking penetrating wound on his body, his tone revealing undisguised fear:

“You misunderstand, Your Excellency. I did not intend to hide here. I am the chief bodyguard of Viscount Marco, the lord of this place.”

"I overheard your conversation with that lady at the grain market, which is why I decided to come along. I never expected..."

He paused slightly, a look of guilt on his face. "I'm very sorry."

"We never expected that such a heinous criminal would appear on Lord Marco's territory. It is truly our dereliction of duty."

“I have given you and this lady quite a fright. I will report this to Lord Marco and provide you with compensation.”

"Now, please hand over their leader to me."

Because Ronan acted so quickly, he didn't even have time to stop him before almost all the bandits were dead.

In theory, such behavior is absolutely prohibited in towns, otherwise these bandits wouldn't have set up the barrier.

But Ronan's strength was too overwhelming, and he couldn't quite gauge it, so he chose to compromise.

"The leader?" Upon hearing this, Ronan subconsciously looked at the boxer not far away.

He was about to ask what kind of compensation he could get, but then the fighter heard the captain of the guard's words and immediately knew that something was wrong.

If it falls into the hands of the authorities, this is unacceptable! The death penalty is a sure thing.

Judging from what I've done today, I deserve either slow slicing or beheading.

Without a second thought, and without even catching his breath, he endured the pain in his body, scrambled to his feet, and ran desperately outside.

He thought to himself that he would run as far as he could, and it would be best if he could take a few hostages.

Only in this way can one have a chance to escape.

Chapter 13, Section 14: Twenty Times Speed, Instantaneous Teleportation

"Hmm?" Ronan suddenly noticed the scene of the boxers leaping up from the ground and fleeing in panic.

With just one glance, he knew that the old man had been acting all along.

Upon seeing this, the head guard immediately became restless.

In order not to let the duck that was about to be caught fly away, he immediately called out to Ronan, signaling that he would take action himself.

Only in this way can the "safety" of the boxers be ensured.