Magical Strategist

Abian's veins were exposed, he was so angry that he punched him.

The punch came at an extremely fast speed, and the strong man had no chance to react. He felt a huge pain in his forehead, felt dizzy and saw stars. The guy weighing more than 200 pounds was knocked away for a long distance, and his huge body knocked over the tables and chairs.

When the boss was at a disadvantage, all the younger brothers rushed to help. Although they were younger brothers, they were all strong and sturdy.

At first glance, Abian looked a little "thin." He raised the corner of his mouth and threw a punch in the air, a very casual punch, as easy as eating and drinking water.

The fist energy roared, like a hungry tiger making a terrifying roar.

The five big guys looked surprised and were then blown away by the punch.

At this moment, the sturdy man who had been knocked back to earth regained consciousness and saw that Abian had his back to him, which was an opportunity for a sneak attack. He urged his magic power to transform all the energy in his body into ice element: Ice Dancing Qilin of the Ice Element!

"Advanced ice magic!" the real dragon exclaimed in surprise.

Ice magic, derived from the Water element, possesses even greater destructive power. Ice magicians excel at seizing the opportunity to launch sudden attacks, striking their opponents with devastating blows without warning. While Water magic can gradually weaken an enemy, Ice magic is more direct, instantly freezing the enemy's body and rendering them incapable of combat.

As the burly man roared, the temperature of the entire tavern plummeted within a single second. The drinks on the tables froze into ice, and the floor was covered in frost. Then, a flash of silver light appeared, and a hexagram magic circle rose. A white unicorn leaped out, dashing towards Abian at the speed of an arrow.

The dragon couldn't help but marvel at the man's strength. How could an ordinary magician achieve such a level? Rather than marveling at him, he was more worried about Abian's safety. If he was hit by this move, he wouldn't be able to get up again.

"I hope my worries are unnecessary. Anzi will definitely know how to deal with it." Zhenlong comforted himself.

A top-tier boxer not only cultivates his boxing skills but also cultivates his awareness of danger, maintaining a vigilant eye and a keen sense of the surroundings. A truly skilled boxer can accurately determine the direction of his opponent's attack even with his eyes closed. Abian certainly couldn't stand still and take a beating. The moment the burly man unleashed his spell, he felt a chill on his back—a perceptual ability a top-tier boxer possesses. He even sensed the man's strength, the intensity of his fighting spirit, his combat experience, and so on.

Abian remained unfazed, his dark face radiating tranquility. His cockscomb hairstyle twitched briefly, gathering his strength. Then, he clenched his right fist, and the meridians in his entire right arm swelled, the blood vessels seemingly about to burst. He steadied himself, his legs rooted to the ground like nails.

He was a man despised by the world, but for such a man, even if the whole world was against him, it didn't matter. Even if he couldn't stand on the highest mountain in the world like heroes, looking down at the people at the foot of the mountain who admired and revered him.

So what?

Even if it is not a mountain, but just a piece of stone, he can still stand on it, just like heroes standing on the mountain, and that is also the whole starry sky!

Tiger Royal Bell!

Abian swung his powerful right arm horizontally, his body rotating clockwise in the direction of the swing. A mist-like fist energy enveloped him, and upon closer inspection, the mist resembled a giant bronze bell.

The Ice Qilin shone brilliantly under the light, a dazzling display of colors. The "bronze bell" was quite inconspicuous, simply covering the caster.

when!

The Ice Qilin struck the "bronze bell", making a loud noise, but along with the "bell", it also became the "life" of the Ice Qilin, turning into countless ice crystals and scattering all over the ground.

"How is this possible!" The strong man couldn't believe it was true. The Ice Dancing Qilin was said to be indestructible and could even drill a hole in a solid wall. How could the protective shield formed by the fist energy be unable to do anything to it?

Hahaha, the real dragon laughed and said, "It's not impossible, nor is it that your ice magic is too weak, but the cockscomb head is not something you can handle."

"Cockscomb, that's great!" Angela also cheered.

Abian chuckled, glanced at the burly man with extreme contempt, and poked his nose and said arrogantly: "Remember, little daddy is arrogant!"

Bian and Zhenlong exchanged a glance, understanding the Chief of Staff's intention. They climbed onto the table, stood erect, and, holding a megaphone, shouted, "Everyone, listen up! Hand over your money!"

True Dragon: "..."

Angela: “…”

"Robbery? Robbers?"

"What the hell are you kidding me? I asked you to come up here and recruit people, not rob people!" Zhen Long was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He had thought that since everyone was so obedient, it would be a good opportunity to recruit people, but he didn't expect Abian to reveal his true colors.

Abian was stunned for a moment, then coughed a few times and said, "It's like this, the red-haired one is called Lier Zhenlong, also known as Lieyan..."

"Is he Lieyan?" Everyone, including the group of strong men who were knocked down, looked at Zhenlong with strange eyes.

"Strange, Lie Yan is such a master, how could he be beaten like this?"

"An Jing, he is Lie Yan for sure. And the blue-haired woman is Angela, the Forest Fairy."

"Forest fairy? The best spy in the Middle-earth Alliance!" Everyone looked at Angela with admiration again.

"My name is Kyle Abian, and the three of us are all members of the Knights of Light... From now on, we are brothers, sharing the good and the bad." Abian said proudly.

"But I haven't decided to join yet..."

"The Bright Group's discipline is too strict. I won't go. We brothers are used to a carefree life..."

Abian's face darkened. He dropped the megaphone, jumped off the table, and zeroed in on the three people who had spoken. He punched each of them, making them foam at the mouth and faint. He added, "This is the fate of those who are destabilizing. If anyone has any objections, please feel free to raise them."

What's the point of bringing it up? They'll still be beaten until they foam at the mouth! Everyone pursed their lips and dared not say a word.

Seeing that Abian was being too violent, Angela stepped forward and said, "Brothers, the Light Corps won't force you to join. If you're willing, you can join. But the alliance is in danger now, so I hope you can consider it carefully."

"Don't think about it, I did it!"

"We'll do it too!"

With the response of one call, more than 200 people decided to join the Bright Group. The strong men were also determined to follow the Bright Group. Even the bartenders of the King's House wanted to join.

Finally, a large group of more than 200 people arrived at the residence of the Guangming Group and immediately held the initiation ceremony.

On the other hand, this new group included thieves, assassins, mercenaries, and fugitives—all of them troublemakers. It would be difficult to regulate their behavior. Therefore, the Chief of Staff assigned this group a separate organization, the "Tiger Squad of the Knights of Light" (the normal organization was divided into Squads 1, 2, and 3), and appointed Abian as its captain. Abian was a bandit king, having once run his own "bandit group" and managing it with impeccable discipline. No one could better manage this group of troublemakers than him.