Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

Not trusted anymore.

Roddy sighed. It was time for him to tell the truth but be treated as a joke or bragging.

Is this what it feels like to be strong?

This kind of slightly pretentious feeling of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger...is not bad.

"Okay, okay, just think of me as someone who knows magic. Wizard, will you understand?" Rody said, spreading his hands.

"Wizard? Well, we are going to do some small tests. Please show us your super powers..."

Just as the testers began to test one item at a time.

The silver-haired old man at the side had a serious expression. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Rody's back, muttering to himself.

"It doesn't seem like you're lying..."

"What doesn't sound like a lie?"

A lazy voice asked, and the silver-haired old man subconsciously said: "I said that what this young man said just now doesn't seem to be a lie. His expression is very serious... and his strength should not be underestimated? Hey, the smell of roasted lamb... No, hey, when did you show up?"

As the silver-haired old man was talking, he realized something was wrong.

I turned around and saw a shining bald head.

It was Saitama, the bald knight in a yellow cape, who was standing next to the silver-haired old man. He was holding another roasted lamb leg that Roddy had heated up and was eating it while asking questions.

"They told me to stand aside." Saitama looked unhappy, muttering: "Why did everyone come together? You value Luo so much, but you don't value me at all?"

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"Maybe you just look like an ordinary person."

Roddy answered loudly.

He cast a spell to spray water like a fountain, filling the entire testing ground with huge waves.

The staff members had [x-x] looks in their eyes, stuck out their tongues, and were washed back and forth by the water.

Roddy didn't notice this scene and had time to answer Saitama's questions.

"Hey! You eavesdropped on me." Saitama accused Rody indignantly, turning back to look at the silver-haired old man seriously.

"You see, he doesn't take the test seriously at all. Why don't we revoke his qualification to take the test?"

But the silver-haired old man had no time to pay attention to Saitama. He stared in amazement at the huge waves gushing out from between Rody's fingers.

Take the exhibition hall by storm!

Look at the staff who are fleeing in panic, and these two funny characters, with veins bulging on their foreheads.

I can't take it anymore!

I can’t stand it anymore!!!

The silver-haired old man was full of energy, his facial expression was completely out of control, and he pointed at Rody and shouted wildly.

"Asshole!!! Use less water, look ahead, they've all been washed away by you!!!"

"Eh???"

is it?

Roddy turned around and found that the testers in front of him had all found a high place to hide.

Hugging each other and shivering.

The huge wave he released caused the entire hall to shake, and Roddy was embarrassed to snap his fingers.

"The curse stops immediately!"

In an instant, the waves and water disappeared...as magical as if they were moved to some different dimension.

All that was left were various instruments that had been soaked in water, some of which had short-circuited, and water stains on everyone's bodies, as if there had just been a big flood in the room.

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"Sorry, I didn't expect that I'm so strong now. I thought it was just a small stream."

Roddy scratched the back of his head and apologized to the staff sincerely.

However, facing this terrifying guy who showed no emotion, no one could figure out whether he was demonstrating or really couldn't control himself.

What else could the poor staff do? They could only suppress their anger and continue testing.

"Don't make such jokes next time Mr. Luo, you are registering to be a hero, not a weirdo who causes great harm to the people."

A female secretary who was in charge of recording the test, her black silk skirt still dripping with water, clamped her legs together, her cheeks flushed with shyness, and said to Rody.

[Wow... so amazing. No, restrain yourself... restrain yourself, you can't ask for love! ]

"Okay, okay." Roddy nodded in agreement with a smile.

"So how many other kinds of magic do you know?"

The tester changed into a fireproof and waterproof protective suit and came back wearing a gas mask.

He asked Rody in a sullen tone.

"Oh, about 1,800 kinds. Let me give you a book. Look carefully. I know almost everything in the book."

Rody nodded, and then he contacted Old Deng again...

The next second, he pulled out a giant book that was as thick as three Saitama heads from his pocket, and threw it on the ground with a bang.

The ground shook three times!

...

The silver-haired old man stepped forward first and took a look. The more he looked, the weirder his expression became.

"Killing Curse... Imperius Curse... Cruciatus Curse? Ancient Magic Encyclopedia... Sacrifice Curse, Great Summoning Meteor Curse, Volcanic Eruption Curse? What are these?"

"I know all the magic. There are probably more than 10,000 different spells recorded here, ranging from household spells to the destruction of the world, from magic tricks to the mastery of black magic. I know almost all of them."

Roddy's smiling answer made everyone present, including those behind the video surveillance, gasp.

The silver-haired old man's hands were shaking a little, and with a serious expression he quickly flipped through the collection of spells in front of him, which seemed like he would never be able to finish reading it in his lifetime.

"Are you sure you know them all?"

"of course."

"What about this lava spell?"

"Shh!"

A stream of light shot out from Rody's fingertips, and next to it was the lamb leg that he had not finished eating. The color of the lamb leg suddenly changed to deep red, and then turned into a ball of high-temperature magma.

"hiss!!"

Hundreds of staff members on the scene gasped in surprise and some rushed to check the temperature.

"At least 3,000 degrees..."

The silver-haired old man's eyes sparkled with brilliance: "What about this flying spell?"

"Saitama, come fly!"

Rody raised his hand, and the next second Saitama, who was standing there gnawing on a bone with a dead face, flew towards Rody, and his bald head fell into Rody's hand.

It's like James catching a basketball.

Saitama defies physics by floating sideways in mid-air.

Straight like a pillar.

When their eyes met, Saitama's dead eyes were about to pop out.

Saitama: Luo, don't go too far, be careful of my iron fist...

Roddy: Give me back my leg of lamb.

Saitama: Forget it, if you endure for a while, everything will be fine. If you take a step back, the sky will be clear.

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Next, it was time for the silver-haired old man to continue testing and Rody to continue showing all kinds of magical personal shows.

"Apparating?"

"Snapped!"

Roddy appeared in the mutton shop and greeted the boss who had closed the shop and was about to wash up.

"Hello, your lamb shanks are delicious... Can I buy some more lamb kebabs? What, you grill them for me? That's great. Add more cumin and chili, thank you."

The surveillance camera in the store faithfully uploaded this scene, and then Roddy returned to the testing site.

Everyone was silent, looking at Roddy who was eating a handful of mutton skewers.

So it was teleportation? So scary!!!

The silver-haired old man took a few deep breaths before continuing: "This Spell of Splitting into Pieces?"

"call out!"

Roddy raised his hand.

The dark purple spell bypassed the kebab in his hand and hit the ceiling with a whoosh.

The next second, the whole building cracked!

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

Seeing that the tortured building was in danger, the silver-haired old man hurriedly wanted to order an evacuation.

But Rody waved his hand calmly and said, "Recover as before!"

The huge venue that had begun to collapse was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye as if time had been reversed.

"So...so awesome!"

"That's right, he actually recovered. Was it my hallucination?"

Roddy smiled reservedly and said, "Basic operation, basic operation, no nonsense."

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