From Alchemy Apprentice to All-Powerful God King

The explosion resounded through the night sky, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

As the smoke cleared, Miles was found unconscious on the ground, smelling of roasted meat, and his clothes were completely torn.

The three bandits in the very center, though unharmed, did not look too well.

"Brother, this has nothing to do with you. You can leave now and we can pretend we never saw you."

The bandit leader clearly didn't want to clash with the young, seemingly powerful ability user who had suddenly appeared. They were only after money and had no intention of doing anything outrageous to Grace.

After all, she's the young lady of the Moorish caravan; we can just scare her a bit, tie her up, and take her away.

"Oh? But what if I don't agree?"

Matthew looked at the chaotic caravan and the many dead merchants, his expression not very pleasant.

Not being a saint doesn't mean he's not angry; the indiscriminate killing of innocent people has crossed his bottom line.

The reason we didn't act earlier was simply to completely eliminate any possibility of misunderstanding, and at the same time to observe their strength.

Now that it has been confirmed that there is at most a second-tier ability user, and only one of them, all concerns have vanished.

He clenched his fist, and magic gradually emerged from his body.

Since refining the second-tier demonic insect and becoming a pseudo-second-tier ability user, he felt that he had never gone all out. At this moment, the excitement in his heart gradually took over his mind.

"Then die!"

After exchanging glances, the three burly bandits suddenly sprang into action, unleashing their abilities at Matthew simultaneously.

Lightning, flames, and wind blades converged and struck Matthew, who was still in a daze.

"Be careful!"

Even Grace, who was behind him, noticed Matthew's dazed expression and quickly reminded him.

But the next moment, with the sound of applause, sparks instantly erupted in Matthew's hand, and the explosion directly collided with the opponent's three-in-one attack.

The collision of magic stirred up a large amount of thick fog, which instantly enveloped and covered the battlefield.

"This kid's not simple, everyone be careful!"

When the bandit leader saw Matthew withstand the combined attack of the three of them all by himself, a sense of foreboding immediately arose in his heart.

To be able to do that, one must be at least a second-tier ability user.

However, before he could find the other person, he heard his companion's screams.

"what!"

Immediately following was a burst of fire and an explosion amidst the thick smoke.

When he arrived, he only saw a mangled corpse lying on the ground, its appearance completely obscured.

A chill instantly crept up his body from his ankles.

"don't want!"

But a second explosion rang out right next to him, and without a doubt, another companion had also met his end.

He had no way to counterattack. Not only was the opponent faster, but the speed at which he dealt with first-tier ability users was also ridiculously fast.

Soon, dark figures appeared around him.

In response, the bandit leader could only continuously gather lightning in his hands and slam it towards the dark figure in the smoke.

"Die!"

Lightning flashed through the thick fog, striking the approaching shadowy figure with unrestrained frenzy.

No matter how many bolts of lightning he unleashed, the dark shadow remained, like a ghost, impossible to strike.

It wasn't until his magic power was almost completely depleted that he realized he had fallen into a trap.

If he were truly a second-tier ability user, he would have already fought me head-on. It's impossible for him to keep hiding like this. The two companions who killed him before must have used external force!

As a result, he wasted his magic power and ended up at a disadvantage.

"Realized now? Too late!"

Just as the bandit leader was analyzing the situation through gritted teeth, Matthew's figure suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.

Without giving the opponent any time to react, he raised his foot, bent his knee, and then kicked out with great force.

The terrifying force, accompanied by magic, struck the bandit leader's spine instantly.

A loud cracking sound, like bones breaking, echoed throughout the caravan camp, causing everyone to stop their attacks and look towards the thick fog at the front.

The bandit leader smashed out smoke from the explosion, and at the same time, the residual magic on his body continued to explode. Each time he hit the ground, he was bounced up by the explosion and thrown backward.

It wasn't until the magic dissipated that it crashed into a tree trunk and stopped, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Watching Matthew stroll out of the thick fog, his eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

He didn't lose because he lacked ability, but because his opponent was too cunning. Their combat awareness was on a completely different level, or even a complete crushing defeat.

Matthew casually picked up the longsword from the ground, then covered the blade with magic, and without saying a word, hurled it at the immobilized bandit leader.

The longsword came hurtling towards them.

The next moment, a crisp sound, like the cracking of a melon, echoed in the ears of everyone in the camp.

The bandit leader was pierced through the head with a sword and nailed to a wooden stake, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Retreat immediately!"

Someone suddenly shouted that, and the remaining bandits, who were still in a daze, took off running, without any thought of collecting their leader's body.

Matthew only breathed a sigh of relief after all the bandits had completely disappeared.

It's good that they left. If they had united to deal with him, he wouldn't have had enough magic power to fight them off.

A moment later, Luca ran over from behind the hill, looking smug. It was actually him who had shouted that.

"How about it? My trick of taking advantage of the chaos wasn't bad, was it?"

Matthew nodded. To be honest, the kid was indeed very clever, even a little cunning.

Just then, Holly, whose body was half stained red, got up again, also holding a longsword in her hand, but this time pointing it at Matthew.

"You're following us!"

Clearly, she noticed something was wrong.

How could it be such a coincidence? They had just been attacked by bandits when these two people from Val Town appeared at the critical moment and saved them.

Some things, if they're too coincidental, then they might not be coincidences at all.

Holly released the little magic she had left, looking at Matthew and Holly with a wary expression, completely distrusting them.

In particular, Matthew's display of formidable fighting prowess, coupled with the fact that they had no one left to contend with him, caused her some concern.

"We're just passing through, heading to Moor City to catch a flying boat to the Empire. Who would bother following you? Are you even worth following?"

"We saved you out of kindness and risked our lives, only to be turned around and blamed. We should have known better than to save you. You ungrateful wretches."

Seeing Holly's questioning and behavior, Luca suddenly understood why Matthew didn't want to take action at first and started arguing against it.

It's really upsetting to do good deeds and still get misunderstood.

"you!"

Holly blushed deeply after being rebuked, wanting to refute but unable to find a point to make.

Fortunately, Grace stopped her in time and thanked Matthew and Grace apologetically.

"I'm sorry, that's just how she is. I'd like to thank you both for saving her this time."

Matthew nodded in acknowledgment, but then turned his head to one side before speaking.

"When you're out and about, you should help each other out if you can, but could you two please put your clothes on properly before we talk...?"

Hearing Matthew's reminder, Grace and Holly realized that they had been speaking frankly and openly from the very beginning. Their cheeks flushed instantly, and they turned around to take out their clothes and put them back on.

After the caravan was reorganized, Grace, accompanied by Holly, approached Matthew and Holly, who were examining the body of the bandit leader.

"Um, gentlemen, we would like to ask you to escort us back to Moore City. Of course, we will pay you."

Grace looked embarrassed. Holly was injured and her fighting strength was reduced to less than 50%. She was afraid that the bandits would come again, so she had no choice but to ask them for help.

Luca retorted sarcastically, "Didn't you just say we were being followed and that you wanted to kick us out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Matthew stand up and say in a serious tone:

"I think this is a good suggestion. We can all go together, since we're all going to the same place anyway."

"After all, Miss Grace, you wouldn't want to be attacked on the way again, would you?"