I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 45: Punching the Painful Nursing Home (Please Read)

The muffled groans gradually turned into painful howls.

When the most vulnerable part is hurt, you can't just survive by being strong.

Mr. Aleka was shaking uncontrollably, his legs turned inwards. His old age and the exploding pain made him stand still, unable to move at all.

This is no longer something humans can endure.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, kill him for me!!!"

His eyes were filled with tears and blood. He looked like a rookie in front of Ron. He couldn't imagine that there were such torturous methods in the world.

He tried his best to shake the blood and magic power in his body, trying to break the strange magic that restricted him.

But soon, Aleka discovered that the magic that turned him into an old man was quite complicated. He neither had the corresponding knowledge nor enough strength to ignore the impact of the magic.

And the holy light that occupied his balls was even more infuriating. It gave him the illusion that he was facing a "miracle".

How is this possible! ?

Seeing that Aleka did not fall to the ground in pain as he had expected, but instead stood there enduring the pain, he stamped his feet in anxiety.

Ron was deeply impressed by this perseverance and couldn't help but praise loudly:
"Well done, Mr. Aleka, I recognize you!"

You're riding a horse
"You beast! I want you to pay with your life!!!"

Aleka roared angrily and took a step forward one centimeter with her immense willpower.

But then he heard a crisp sound, and his leg joints were broken by the magic power and extreme anger in his body.
broken bones.

Osteoporosis is normal for the elderly.

This made Ron feel heartbroken, and he wanted to step forward to help and do some good deeds.

But his steps suddenly stopped and he was stopped in the middle of doing good deeds.

Ten second-level cultists are more troublesome for Ron at this moment than Aleka.

After all, he had just been promoted to a second-level wizard, and the magic power in his body could not be squandered endlessly.

There are a total of nine "Holy Sword Technique" rounds, and two have been used up.
Not to mention the consumption of "Holy Light Healing" and "Transfiguration".

Now he only restrained Aleka, and the danger he was in was not relieved at all.

"The only way is to relieve Mr. Aleka's pain!"

The young man's blue eyes swept over the cultists who had surrounded him, and the excitement in his heart was hard to conceal and showed on his face.

This isn't some cultist at all; he's clearly a kind-hearted person who has come from afar to offer proficiency!
Looking at Ron showing his little white teeth, the ten second-level cultists felt a chill in their anuses, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.

The experiences of Lord Aleka were still vivid in their minds, and the screams made them extremely frightened.

But due to the orders from their superiors, they had no choice but to provoke this plague god.

"Don't be afraid, he's alone!"

Among the cultists, a strong man who seemed to be the leader shouted loudly,

He looked at the other nine companions with a ferocious expression and gritted his teeth:
"Let's go together and deal with this evil and corrupt beast. No need to worry about the rules of the cult!"

Don’t underestimate the bond between the ten of us brothers!

As soon as he finished speaking, the ten cultists suddenly saw Ron raise his right palm high, and a strange light blue light burst out from his right palm again.

Buho!

"Stop him quickly!!!"

The cultists, armed with a variety of weapons and displaying various secret techniques, rushed towards Ron at a rapid speed. Their faces were ferocious and their expressions were out of control, clearly having already launched an all-out attack.

Some summoned thorns covered with spikes, some had bloodshot eyes and sped up, and others held blood-red chains that exuded an evil aura, trying to pull Ron's soul into the bottomless deep hell.

However, faced with these dangers, the boy sneered.

He couldn't help but raise his raised right palm a little higher, just before the cultists attacked.
Balala energy!
Give me--

change!
Change! !

Change!!!
Blue represents dreams!
Ron had heard of the advertisement for Mengzhilan in his previous life.

In order to help everyone realize their dreams, he almost consumed half of the magic power in his body, and his handsome little face became a little pale.

The dreamy light blue light gradually dissipated, and the effect it created was extremely significant.

I saw ten old men sitting around the blond boy.

Some of them were paralyzed in the lower body and sat on the ground, some were paralyzed in the upper body and kept kicking their legs, and some had suffered hemiplegia twice and were paralyzed on the spot with despair in their eyes.

These cultists were only at the second level and did not possess the same powerful strength as Aleka, who could forcibly use some of his pre-transformation power.

"Let me relieve your suffering!"

Ron's face was full of seriousness as he restored the hand cannon in his hand to the shape of a long sword.
Immediately, he assumed a Holy Light Sword stance and rushed towards the cultists who were suffering from various old age diseases like a tiger among sheep.

How can these elderly people who have difficulty walking be a match for the strong young men?
But in just a few breaths, Ron cut the throats of the four paralyzed old men, and their bodies fell limply to the ground.

The young man smiled slightly, scaring the other elderly people so much that they rolled over and crawled.

"You beast, you can even kill an elderly person."

Following the last cultist's dying words, Ron finally had time to check the information displayed on the proficiency panel.

[You killed ten Compassionate Followers (Level 2), Holy Sword Skill Proficiency +300]

[Thanks to your diligent study and practice, your proficiency in "Holy Sword Art" has reached the master level.]

[Holy Sword Art (Master 512/3000) Notes.]

A wave of fat!
Ron Griffith had never fought such a prosperous battle!

Feeling the massive power surging from deep within his body, the young man took a deep breath and quickly suppressed the idea of ​​returning to the base to uphold justice and gain proficiency.

When proficiency reaches a high level, the rewards from killing low-level enemies will become very small.

He had already experimented with this when he was practicing Holy Light Healing.

As the "Holy Sword Art" reached the master level, Ron's swordsmanship was as if he had practiced hard for forty or fifty years, and he became a true master.

In addition, he could feel his physical condition constantly improving, with waves of warm currents flowing through his limbs and bones.

The wooden hilt of the sword creaked when the palm was squeezed hard, and it seemed to be about to break.

My strength has increased more than three times compared to before. Maybe I should get a better sword.
Ron quickly made a judgment in his mind and felt that he was not far from becoming a true "White Robe Wizard".

But the next moment, he thought of Olivia, who could knock down a wall with one punch, and quickly regained his composure.

I really don’t know how she practiced?

Recalling the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the blond boy turned his gaze back to the distance, where Aleka was standing there, dripping urine.

In a trance, Ron felt that the opponent seemed not as invincible as before.

It’s time to see the power of “Holy Sword Technique” after upgrading!
(End of this chapter)