The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

"Oh no! I'm such an idiot!"

Tyron cursed inwardly.

This was his first time fighting a true apprentice who knew magic, and his lack of experience was instantly exposed.

Because he habitually analyzed the other party's information, he missed the best opportunity to interrupt the other party's spellcasting.

By this time, the other party had already completed their ritual.

"Idiot! Die!"

The burly man, whose skin was covered in dense, blood-red veins, let out a beast-like roar.

His body was like a runaway bull, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression as he charged toward Tyrion at an incredible speed.

"So fast!"

Tyron's pupils contracted slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

Just as the powerful punch, accompanied by a whooshing sound, was about to strike his face, his body reacted instinctively.

He did an extremely awkward but effective side roll, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

call!

The burly man's fist grazed Tyron's clothes and slammed into the air, making a whistling sound.

"Luckily, my physical condition has improved to 2 points after yesterday's special training! Although I was a bit disheveled, at least I could still react!"

As Tyrion rolled, magic rapidly gathered in his right hand.

[Magic Thorn Technique!]

His hand instantly became as sharp as a blade, and using the momentum of his roll, he slashed fiercely at the strong man's lower back.

However, the burly man's reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.

"Too slow!"

The burly man sneered and turned around abruptly with incredible agility.

Snapped!

A large hand covered in blood-red veins gripped Tyron's wrist with precision, like an iron clamp.

In an instant, Tyron felt a terrifying force acting on his wrist, as if it were being gripped tightly by hydraulic clamps.

The intense pressure caused the bones to groan in pain, and the pain instantly spread throughout the body.

"This guy's strength... has definitely broken through to level 3!"

In a flash, without the slightest hesitation, Tyron unleashed his magic stab with his left hand once more, slashing fiercely at the burly man's wrist, attempting to relieve the siege by attacking Wei.

However, the strong man's other hand struck first.

Snapped!

Another crisp sound.

Tyronn's left hand was also firmly gripped by his opponent.

In an instant, Tyron's hands were locked by the terrifying "hydraulic clamps," and he was held in a spread-eagle position by his opponent.

"Die!"

The burly man's face contorted with rage as he exerted tremendous force with both hands, directly cutting off the blood flow to Tyron's wrists and making him feel as if his hands were about to explode.

Even more terrifying, the burly man suddenly tilted his head back and then, like a battering ram, slammed it down hard on Tyrion's forehead!

This is going to smash his head open!

At the crucial moment, Tyronn struggled to twist his neck and tilted his head to the side.

call!

The burly man's headbutt grazed Tyron's ear and struck his shoulder, causing Tyron to groan in pain.

Without pausing after his initial strike, the burly man raised his right leg, his hard knee whistling through the air as it slammed into Tyron's abdomen.

If that blow had landed squarely, internal organ rupture would have been the least of the problems.

Tyronn's body twisted backward in an extremely tricky, even somewhat contorted, position, barely dodging the fatal knee strike.

At this point, he looked completely outmatched and in a sorry state.

A barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he shouted loudly with a hint of pleading in his voice:

"Brother! We're both apprentices, why fight to the death?"

"Let's talk this out! There's no need for a life-or-death struggle."

Upon hearing this, the burly man's arrogance and disdain intensified:

"A stray dog, who says you're from the lower class?!"

"Trying to beg for mercy now? Too late! Die!"

He raised his knee again, ready to deliver the final blow.

However, the next second...

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire arena.

The burly man, who had just been as arrogant as a tiger, suddenly convulsed violently.

Immediately afterwards, his burly body seemed to have had its spine removed, and he instantly collapsed limply to the ground.

"Wha...what's going on?"

The burly man's eyes widened as he desperately tried to stand up, only to discover to his horror that he had completely lost sensation below his neck.

It was at this moment that he noticed something new in the spot where he had just been standing.

It was a very small and exquisite skeleton dog.

Its entire body was covered with dense dark red runes, radiating eerie magical fluctuations.

Its four bony claws were carefully wrapped in thick canvas, which greatly reduced the sound of the bones hitting the ground, making its movements as silent as a ghost.

At this moment, the skeletal dog landed lightly, its movements so agile that it didn't seem like a low-level undead creature.

Warm blood was dripping from its sharp fangs.

"What...what is this?"

The burly man stared wide-eyed, his mind blank.

Before he could react, Tyron had already broken free of his restraints.

"stop!"

Joyce, who was not far away, seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly shouted a reprimand.

puff!

Joyce's rebuke had barely faded when Tyron's hand transformed into the sharpest scalpel.

Without any hesitation, without any cowardice.

In fact, there wasn't a single extra expression on his face.

This is a stark contrast to his previous amiable and pleading demeanor; he was practically a different person.

Knife up and down.

A huge head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

The burly man himself was unaware, but the onlookers saw it all clearly.

Just now, when the burly man grabbed Tyron's hand, Tyron raised his other hand as if to "provide support".

His hand was actually cutting open the backpack behind him with incredible smoothness.

Immediately afterwards, the exquisitely folded skeleton dog with blood-red runes landed nimbly, like an assassin.

The moment it landed, it took advantage of Tyron's body to hide in the shadows.

As the burly man launched a frenzied attack, landing headbutts and iron knees, it used Tyrannosaurus's cover to silently circle behind him.

And when Tyron pleaded for mercy, drawing the last bit of attention from the burly man,

It leaped up.

The two sharp canine teeth, imbued with the third "Demon Spike" technique, precisely bit down horizontally along the bone seam at the back of the burly man's neck.

Click!

This bite severed the strong man's central nervous system, completely disrupting the brain's control over the body.

This was a perfect, exceptionally well-executed trap.

Tyron shook the blood off his hands, looked at the corpse on the ground, and spoke with a calm regret:

"I gave you a chance, but you still couldn't do it!"

Wow!

In an instant, the surrounding crowd erupted in chaos.

"By God the Father, what is that thing?"

"A low-level undead creation without undead fire."

"Impossible! How can a low-level undead creation be so agile?"

"This guy must be using his own blood as a spiritual medium."

"How come its teeth are so sharp? It clearly has no ligaments left!"

"He used the Enchanted Needle spell to enchant the skeletal hound's teeth."

"Huh!? There's such a thing? Are you sure this guy is a low-level corpse-collecting apprentice!?"

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