Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 164 Testing

Upon hearing this, the burly man's face darkened, and he immediately grabbed the arm and stepped forward.

I never expected this kid to not only be so ungrateful but also dare to spout such arrogant words. Well then, I'll teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the coachman stepped forward and waved his hand, advising, "Sir, please don't be angry. The city lord's rule is that first come, first served—"

Before he could finish speaking, the burly man slapped him across the face: "Who are you to talk here?"

The driver's face was swollen from the slap. Before he could say anything more, the burly man kicked him again, this time hard in the stomach, sending him flying backward several times.

"You lowly servant, you think you're so great?"

The burly man spat in the direction of the coachman, then turned to Ronan, "Kid, you're pretty good—"

boom.

As soon as the burly man opened his mouth, he felt a terrifying mental pressure pressing down on him, rendering him unable to move.

Not only him, but the whole group was the same.

A massive amount of spiritual energy, carrying an overwhelming force, converged on these dozen or so people, completely binding their movements.

Yet they maintained a delicate balance, preventing them from fainting, and merely gave them the opportunity to speak.

Ronan hopped effortlessly onto the carriage, sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the crowd, and casually asked, "So, who are they?"

"What are you doing? Do you know this is Wudang City? Making a move here will be—" A clueless young man in the crowd, who couldn't see the situation clearly, threatened.

Ronan looked over with slight surprise.

Even at a time like this, you still dare to talk to me like that?

He extended his index finger, pointed at the clueless young man who had spoken, and then pressed his finger down.

The mental energy combined with gravity seemed to transform into a heavy hammer, slamming down heavily on the hothead.

In an instant, the naive young man who had been standing still and restrained immediately lost consciousness and crashed heavily to the ground.

Due to excessive gravity and the careless way the young man fell, his limbs twisted strangely, resulting in various bone fractures and displacements. Just thinking about it is excruciatingly painful.

Even so, the hothead showed no signs of regaining his senses despite the pain.

"Anyone who wants to be like him, just say so."

Ronan glanced at the crowd indifferently.

The burly man was already terrified, his entire body covered in cold sweat.

He knew perfectly well that they had met their match: "Sir, we, we—"

He was flustered, yet he didn't know how to speak, and he stammered out a complete sentence.

Ronan pointed at him, and the double pressure was about to fall on him.

This action terrified the burly man, causing his heart rate to spike. His survival instincts kicked in, and he began to speak fluently: "Sir, we didn't mean to offend you; we just really need your help—"

The burly man rattled off the words in one breath, as if reciting a jingle, without any pause.

Unfortunately, Ronan didn't pause. He pointed his finger down, and the double pressure arrived as expected.

Not only that, he also quietly increased the gravity multiplier, highlighting a specific target.

Perhaps the attack was too violent; after the burly man fell to the ground, his limbs creaked and twisted into bizarre deformities under the immense force of gravity.

This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present, who realized they had provoked the most dangerous person they could have avoided: a necromancer.

These necromancers are notorious for their cruelty and bloodshed, and their fearsome reputation is legendary.

The happiest person in the room was probably the rickshaw driver. He kept roaring in his heart: Serves him right, this is karma!

All you do is bully us ordinary people all day long, but in the eyes of the big shots, aren't you also ordinary people?

"My lord, we have no intention of offending you and are willing to pay the price. We hope you will grant us this opportunity."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the accompanying old man immediately lowered his posture and said.

With a wave of his hand, Ronan's invisible "Mage's Hand" smuggled all the storage equipment from everyone.

More than ten storage bags were simultaneously held in his hands.

He glanced coldly at the old man, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident:

If I want to take it myself, why should you have to pay the price?

The old man's expression changed several times as he saw Ronan's actions were so ruthless.

After much deliberation, he carefully chose his tone and said, "My lord, we are the entourage of the Dark Tower. There was indeed a reason for this incident. Our academy's contestants encountered some trouble and urgently needed support. In our haste, we offended you, my lord. We hope you will forgive us."

The old man briefly explained the reason, subtly revealing their background, clearly fearing that Ronan would unscrupulously kill them here.

Judging from Ronan's recent behavior, he might actually do something.

Although this is the territory of the Dark Abyss, if the other side were to directly destroy the evidence, then their deaths would have been in vain.

Thinking of this, the old man stopped worrying about the gains and losses of his possessions. Compared to these material things, his own life was the most important thing: "Please spare our lives, sir."

Ronan had no intention of killing anyone in this City of No Darkness. After collecting the group's storage bags and learning about their background, Ronan removed the double pressure he had placed on them and uttered two words: "Get lost."

The group breathed a sigh of relief and, without daring to delay for even a moment, lifted the two unconscious injured people from the ground and fled as if their lives depended on it.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, sir."

The old man walked last, bowing repeatedly in gratitude.

Ronan ignored him, called the driver to come and drive, and climbed into the carriage himself.

The carriage then headed towards its destination.

"Director, why not have Death Hand kill this kid outright?"

Some time after Ronan's carriage had left, a naive young man in the crowd suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

At this moment, he looked gloomy and somber, completely unlike his previous naive and impulsive self.

Strangely, all the fractures and injuries on his body had disappeared, as if he had never suffered any harm.

In contrast, the burly man was left aside like a corpse, ignored by everyone.

The old man bowed to him and replied, "Sir, this person is a core participant of the Death Valley. It would be more practical to keep him around to fight among the other academies."

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The hothead sneered, "I didn't expect that just a test would result in such ruthless attacks. Truly, they are the infamous necromancy-based ones—"

"My lord, it's best to avoid such tests at this stage."

The old man solemnly warned, "This person's methods are extremely strange. Not only does he possess extremely rare gravity magic, but his mental strength is also unexpectedly powerful—"

"If a real fight breaks out, Death Hand may be able to kill the enemy, but he may not be able to save us in time."

"Alright, he's just a newly promoted Tier 1 cultivator—" The hothead seemed somewhat unconvinced.

The old man sighed with emotion: "The Valley of the Dead has been suffering from a severe shortage of talent in recent years, to the point that it has to resort to kidnapping people to obtain a large number of students. I never thought that someone like this would still appear."

"Wouldn't that be better?"

The hothead scoffed, "Only when these necromancers are locked in a fierce battle can we, the life-type beings, seize the opportunity and rebuild our former glory."

No Dark City, a secluded alley.

Ronan, sitting inside the carriage, withdrew his mental domain.

A barely perceptible glint of something unusual flashed in his eyes, and he immediately said to the driver, "Let's go."

"Well done, my lord.

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