Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 296



Assassination plot (3)

“….”

Lennok’s brow furrowed slightly after hearing the young man’s words.

Was there another strange rumor going around while I was away on this street for a while?

It is said that reputation is inherently exaggerated and inflated but the speed at which rumors about fastness became more and more divorced from reality was very fast.

He was greedy for blood rather than money crazy for battle… If things continued like this I wouldn’t be surprised if he was mistaken for a berserker rather than a wizard.

However the young man took no notice of Lennok’s feelings and continued speaking leisurely.

“It’s the same thing if you stab someone with a knife or put a bullet in them but is there any need to be scared by fame?”

Woooooooooo!!!

At that moment a fierce force like a waterfall burst out of the young man’s body.

The pressure was so great that even Lennok was slightly surprised. Even the expressions of the members of the organization who felt the magic behind him completely changed.

The young man who was bending down and relaxing leisurely muttered.

“Now that I’m back there’s no need for those guys in the organization.”

“I see.”

Lennok nodded.

“Was that the Vice-Captain of the Brotherhood who succeeded in escaping prison?”

“So let’s compete to see who will live longer before we die of old age.”

The young man with a grin said.

“I hate to say this but I’m a bit confident in my ability to punch.”

I feel it even without saying it that much.

A powerful magical power that was incomparable to that of the man who first started arguing with Lennok.

Even the extremely strong wick built within it.

The extreme level of personality change at level 6. Perhaps a strong person knocking on the threshold of level 7.

Considering that he is a physically capable person who uses his body he is strong enough that it would not feel strange even if he opened the microcosm a long time ago.

Because he had reached this level he probably did not stop chasing Lennok even though he knew he was his opponent.

It wasn’t surprising.

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It is common for organizations with a certain level of fame to have one or two special talents of this level.

Rather if you think about what Lennok has done so far it seems a bit late for a conflict with such a powerful unauthorized armed group.

I just happened to get involved with the Three Heads and handle large-scale matters.

Originally it was these people who should have been competing for power in the shadows of the Balkans.

“good.”

It’s a joke!!

Lennok nodded scattering bright blue electricity through his coat.

It wasn’t surprising. There weren’t just cold-hearted people on this floor who measured their opponents’ reputations and status and calculated their profits.

Isn’t this blatant and ugly greed which is honest about one’s own desires and greedy for the other person’s things without hesitation the true nature of this bottom?

Nowadays this kind of blatant bickering and greed feels rather refreshing.

Lennok who hung the spear he had picked up at an angle slowly cracked the pole.

“I will compare you to Antares to see how good you are at punching.”

“Even if you don’t compare it to a monster like that it’s at least…!!”

Boom!!

The image of the young man twisting his shoulder on the spot instantly disappears before Lennok’s eyes.

The speed is so fast that it escapes the senses even for a moment.

The moment the young man appeared behind Lennok’s left back the series of posture preparation processes had already been completed.

The young man who was bending his back and slightly putting his fist back had already finished his first strike when he felt his knee twist.

Stonia’s Revenge of Fist

18 types of momentum-consistent regime

Peeee!!

An extreme compression process in which the moment of taking a stance and the moment of extending a fist occur almost simultaneously.

The shorter the gap the greater the density of power contained in one fist.

A shock wave that overlapped three times stretched out from the fist that seemed to grab the entire space hitting Lennok on the back.

Quaaaaa!!

The pressure was so great that the old cement floor the two people were stepping on was torn away.

“Whoa…!!”

However it was not Lennok who cried out in pain first but the young man who took power first.

Not only is the skin on the back of the hand clenched with a fist torn off but blood spurts down the elbow and splatters on the floor.

“It’s a little different from what I heard. “I haven’t heard that the attack and defense are well balanced?”

“It was a while ago.”

Lennoc who heard the young man muttering to himself slowly turned around and responded.

“I was tired of constantly getting smashed so I did a lot of tinkering.”

It’s so scary!!!

Only then did the shape of a whitish shield peek through the electricity surrounding the court.

“If you touch it directly it will hurt a lot.”

Lennok went beyond simply strengthening the durability of the barrier and succeeded in giving lightning to the properties of the shield itself.

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The level of difficulty in improving the shield that protects Lennok at all times and maintains it 24 hours a day compared to other magic that is used intermittently and does not need to be considered for its survival was extremely difficult even with Lennok’s understanding of magic theory.

Lennok has come up with clues to improve the shield through consistent research and discussions with Aris.

As a result immediately after completing the work on the fortress the properties of the shield itself were drastically reorganized.

[Chain Lightning] and [Bolt] are overlapped and the moment the shield breaks the overlapped electricity is transferred and electrocuted.

Rather than dramatically increasing the durability of the shield an improvement is made to take damage into account and deal proportional damage.

Rather than making low-efficiency modifications to increase durability itself the direction was changed to increase its power under the condition of destruction.

“Even if you protect your hands with magical power it’s still like this… I guess I should refrain from direct attacks.”

The young man stuck out his tongue grinning and shaking off the blood that had accumulated on the back of his hand.

The hot blood scattered on the floor dries and burns at a rapid rate.

Lennok looked at the young man and asked as if something suddenly occurred to him.

“Are you by any chance acquainted with a mercenary named Adam from Plato’s office? “The way he handles magic seems quite familiar.”

It is difficult to know exactly how the young man’s fist technique works but the breath of magic itself remains in Lennok’s memory.

Unlike the significant differences between the fighting methods of warriors and magicians in order to systematize techniques using magic and transmit them it is necessary to set a certain breathing and pattern and create order.

In that sense Adam’s punching skills seen in the proxy fight and the flow of punches shown by the young man now were clearly similar.

To be fair the young man’s shot was much more fluid and faster but it wasn’t so bad that the faint patterns inherent in it could not be read.

If they were monsters who went beyond completing the hierarchy and began to change their inner self their origins would not be read in this way.

Neither Lennok nor the young man is at a level where he can fully see that state yet.

“Adam? “It’s a name I don’t know at all.”

The young man smiled pressed his wrist to stop the bleeding and nodded.

“But since it’s Plato… I pretty much understand what you’re saying. “I was wondering what he was doing all this time and it seemed like he was playing around in a place like that.”

“…It looks like you have no intention of explaining it properly.”

Lennok also smiled and raised his hand.

“For now let’s put our limbs to pieces and listen slowly.”

“Are you saying that?!!”

Couuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!

A heavy magical power burst out from the young man’s raised right arm and rotated violently around the elbow.

The embodiment of magical power that has no physical substance. Add to that the strong rotational force and it has the power to grind even bare asphalt into pieces of paper.

The young man’s body which lightly bounced his knee was shot forward like an arrow on the spot and immediately collided with Lennok who struck down the shield filled with electricity.

Kugwagwagwagwa!!

As the two people wave their hands in all directions bright blue lights and shock waves bounce like waves and a heat wave that does not discriminate between enemies and enemies bursts across the ground.

Every time he blinks the young man’s movements change violently as if the frame is broken and the fist rushes through the air digging into Lennok’s vital parts from various angles.

“Whoop!!”

Stonia winding technique