86: Chapter 86 So you like to never let people finish speaking, huh?

Chapter 86: You Like Interrupting People, Don't You?

After three enhancements, the Healing Spell had begun to differ in form from the original version.

Ronan guessed that the change from a slightly larger mass of light to a smaller orb of light was likely due to the enhancement increasing the healing effect, concentrating the life energy.

As for the color changing from green to white, it was because of the addition of purifying power.

Not only that, but the orb's flight speed had also increased significantly.

With just a flick of Ronan's finger, the white orb instantly flew toward Arabella and merged into her body.

In an instant.

Arabella's body emitted a faint white glow, and the penetrating wound on her chest, caused by the interaction between the blood poison and the Yin He Stone, gradually began to recover.

The faint white light automatically locked onto the impure energy, quickly concentrating on the wound.

Ronan immediately pulled aside Arabella's clothes, driving the blackish-green toxins to be slowly expelled.

Although he had seen Arabella topless before, seeing it again at such close range couldn't help but cause a stir in Ronan's heart.

He quickly turned his head to look at the Blood Duke, who had regained his sanity.

At this moment, the Blood Duke's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily, finally realizing that everything just now had been an illusion.

But he still had lingering fears, and the gaze he directed at Ronan was both fierce and fearful.

The Blood Duke considered his own strength to be at an upper-middle level among the instructors.

Yet he couldn't take down this student wearing a green-collared uniform.

Although academic rank does not represent true combat power, it is still one of the measurement indicators; one cannot become an instructor without strength.

Aside from the Blood Controller Higgs, very few Arcane Apprentices have strength exceeding that of an Arcane Instructor.

Let alone an ordinary Level 2 student who wasn't even as good as an Arcane Apprentice.

The Blood Duke had originally intended to teach Arabella a lesson.

He wanted the President behind her to apologize to him and publicly clarify matters for him.

As for this Level 2 student, he would just kill him casually; it wouldn't take much effort.

But who would have thought that this person's strength was actually so formidable, with an endless stream of various methods and magic power far exceeding ordinary people—

He had actually fallen completely into a disadvantage.

Thinking of this, the Blood Duke himself found it unbelievable.

"Who are you? How can someone with such strength still be a green-collared student?"

The Blood Duke twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to make himself look a bit friendlier, and said, "I can recommend you to become—"

Pop.

A thick white Ray suddenly struck, directly blasting the Blood Duke's upper body to pieces.

The remaining part was only his unsupported lower body and the clean, regular cut caused by the Ray.

"You like interrupting people, don't you?"

Ronan held his hand out flat, with energy embers remaining around his index finger after firing the Scorching Ray.

He glanced at Arabella on the ground, whose injuries were gradually improving, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up slightly.

He was just about to drop the shield and take Arabella to the medical office.

He had thought this Instructor Blood Duke was as dead as could be, but just then, not only did the Blood Duke's lower body not collapse, but more and more blood began to gush out.

Ronan made a prompt decision and immediately fired another thick Ray.

Something was clearly about to happen, and he didn't have the habit of waiting for others to make their move.

Giving the enemy no chance and completely nipping any threat in the bud was his consistent style.

As his Spiritual Power increased again, the power of the Scorching Ray also grew.

With this shot, the lower body of the Blood Duke standing there instantly vanished into nothingness.

Only the blood splattered throughout the corridor remained, making for a rather gruesome scene.

Finally finished him off—Ronan sighed inwardly.

This Blood Duke could still cause trouble even without an upper body; he truly lived up to being an instructor-level figure.

Ronan suddenly thought whether he should use the Soul Devouring function of the mask of truth; he couldn't let such a soul go to waste.

However, he activated it several times, but the Soul Devouring function didn't react at all.

In this situation, he thought of two possibilities.

Either the mask of truth was malfunctioning and the Soul Devouring function was damaged, unable to exert its intended effect.

Or the Blood Duke wasn't dead.

Ronan leaned toward the second possibility.

Because he had already seen the blood on the floor and walls wriggling incessantly, turning into tiny blood droplets.

The tiny blood droplets gathered together to form large blood orbs, and the large blood orbs merged with each other to form a complete blood-colored figure.

This process seemed slow, but it actually happened in an instant.

Ronan was distracted for a moment and missed the best timing to fire a Ray.

But he wasn't annoyed; it wasn't too late to fire one now.

The Scorching Ray struck, and a large chunk of the blood-colored figure was erased by the thick Ray.

This time, after firing one Ray, Ronan immediately added two more.

The three Rays covered all parts of the blood-colored figure.

The blood-colored figure was erased once again.

But Ronan inadvertently noticed that the blood on the surrounding walls and floor didn't seem to decrease in the slightest.

In an instant, the same scene played out again.

The blood on the walls and floor began to wriggle again, turning into tiny blood droplets.

The blood droplets gathered to form large blood orbs, which then merged into a complete blood-colored figure.

The same process was completed in the blink of an eye.

Ronan understood; without first dealing with the blood on the walls and floor, the Blood Duke could continuously reform his physical body.

He carefully examined the entire corridor and found that not only the walls and floor, but even the ceiling of the corridor was smeared with large patches of blood.

If he wanted to remove all the blood, he simply couldn't do it with his current methods.

Or rather, it was impossible to clean it off completely.

His existing methods could only perform large-area strikes, completely blasting all blood-stained areas into dust.

But he couldn't do that.

This was inside the Arcane Arts Society; wanton destruction would cause the buildings in the entire area to collapse, and by then, he and Arabella on the floor wouldn't be able to escape either.

Unable to destroy the environment at will, Ronan immediately thought of another method.

He quickly condensed multiple Elemental Ice Arrows in front of him and, without a word, fired two arrows each at the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Blood is a liquid; let's see how you regenerate once you're frozen!

Ronan deliberately controlled the strength of the Ice Arrows to prevent an embarrassing scene where the arrows passed through the walls or into the ground without triggering the freezing effect.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Six Ice Arrows were fired simultaneously.

Upon hitting the blood, the Ice Arrows immediately shattered.

The liquid blood was instantly sealed, frozen into thin sheets of blood-ice.

The temperature in the corridor dropped rapidly, and even the unconscious Arabella instinctively curled up a bit.

Looking at the frozen red blood, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it was still liquid, Elemental Ice Arrows could still deal with it.

However, the next scene shattered his understanding.

He saw that on the walls, floor, and ceiling, the blood-ice in various places actually cracked inch by inch, turning from solid ice into loose snow, and then back into thick blood.

The freezing effect lasted only for a moment before the blood returned to its original state.

Ronan was completely stunned; he had never imagined someone could be so hard to kill.

Is this what a School of Life mage is like?

Regenerating and reviving in different ways, impossible to kill.

If it weren't for Ronan's vast amount of Spiritual Power, an ordinary person would have been worn down to death long ago.

Despite this, facing the newly gathered blood-colored figure, he still fired three Rays in succession, nipping it in the bud as it just regenerated.

On the surface, this scene looked like Ronan's one-sided overwhelming combat power, brutally beating an instructor-level figure.

In reality, both sides had entered a war of attrition to see who would give out first.

Either Ronan would exhaust the Blood Duke's regeneration count, completely harvest his life, and use the mask of truth to swallow the other's soul.

By then, Ronan would not only have saved Arabella but also gained a new soul.

Or Ronan's Spiritual Power would be depleted, and at the critical moment, he would have to use his last bit of guaranteed wish power.

Then, to protect itself, the Divinity would instantly perform an Descent.

If it really came to that, Ronan would have to find a way to get Arabella further away first, no matter what.

He didn't know what principle the selection of targets followed when a miracle was forced to Descent.

Whether it was the person closest to him, or as long as they were within a certain range, they would be pulled in for a forced wish.

When Shield Mountain was forced into the Descent, there was a lack of reference, so no valuable information could be obtained.

But being further away certainly wouldn't be wrong.

Ronan pondered inwardly, then began the attrition mode with the Blood Duke.

To save as much Spiritual Power as possible, he controlled the power of the Scorching Ray to be just enough to eliminate the blood-colored figure.

This extended his endurance for the war of attrition.

The war of attrition lasted for a while, remaining at a stalemate.

Ronan's Spiritual Power was also more than half consumed.

He didn't know how many more times the Blood Duke could regenerate, but looking at the blood in the surroundings, it felt much lighter than at the beginning.

Fortunately, after being treated with the thrice-enhanced Healing Spell, Arabella was basically fine.

Ronan calculated in his mind that if his Spiritual Power was about to run out, he would first wake Arabella up and let her go outside to call for help.

If he told her that, she would definitely leave this place, and by then the Descent shouldn't involve her.

He couldn't do it now, otherwise, if she went out to call for help and happened to return just as the Descent occurred, it would be for nothing.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching from far to near was heard.

Ronan looked back and actually saw a familiar face.

With sparse hair, a face full of fat, and a pot-bellied appearance, the newcomer was actually Director Dick.

Ronan immediately spoke up, taking the initiative: "Director Dick, Lord Blood Duke wanted to take revenge on you, and I've intercepted him for you."

"This is—Arabella?"

Director Dick saw Arabella lying on the ground at a glance and asked, "What happened?"

He widened his eyes, taking in the scenes of the constantly wriggling blood, the regenerating blood-colored figure, and Ronan's occasional attacks—understanding what was playing out.

"I'll help you!"

Director Dick ran over boisterously, pulled out a long-handled magic wand, and pointed it directly at the regenerating blood-colored figure.

The top of his wand was inlaid with a mysterious stone emitting a green light.

This was a special gemstone capable of amplifying the caster's Spiritual Power, and it looked very valuable at a glance.

With the amplification of the wand and gemstone in his hand, Director Dick's spiritual attack was enhanced like never before.

"Spiritual Cage!"

He shouted, and this spiritual magic, driven with all his might, instantly attacked Ronan.