Travel to another world and become a monster messenger

Chapter 162: The Fake Strong One

(He said he was a magician, and it seemed to be true. Although he hid it well, I could clearly feel the powerful magic he was hiding. This kind of magic control... is definitely not ordinary!)

Russell knew that if he looked away even for a moment, he didn't know what would happen. But he couldn't stand there forever. He made up his mind and decided to ask the robed figure.

“What do you want from me? Are you trying to tell me that I look weird?” This was his casual question, but he would later regret this big mistake.

"Yes, it was so funny that I couldn't help laughing."

At that moment, Russell's eyebrows jumped. The robed figure also noticed this and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"When things don't go your way, you get angry and upset. It's always funny to see such childish behavior."

"You, you... Gu!" Russell wanted to say that this was impossible, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them. In the end, he could only swallow these words and glared at the robed figure again, but his momentum had greatly weakened.

"What's wrong? Can't you just say what you want to say?"

"Shut up! Don't treat me like a fool! I have a lot of experience in the guild. You better be careful, or you'll suffer the consequences!!"

As his anger grew, Russell drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at the robed figure. Facing this scene, the robed figure watched calmly and sighed deeply: "Ah... When you say that, I can only hear bluffing."

"What did you say?" Russell said in a low voice with anger, continuing to glare at the robed figure.

This expression would be enough to make many adventurers retreat, but the robed figure still maintained a calm attitude and sighed again: "It's okay, just come and chop. You won't understand even if you explain it."

“…I’ll make you regret saying this…Ahhhhhhhh!!” Russell shouted and swung his sword at the robed figure without hesitation.

Faced with this attack, the robed figure showed no signs of defense and continued to stand there leisurely, with a strange smile on his face.

“Ahhhhhh!!”

Russell roared and slashed at the robed figure with his sword, and the man gently stretched out the fingertips of his right hand and ignited the black magic power.

"Click", a dull sound suddenly rang out, and Russell's expression was filled with surprise.

"What... ridiculous!"

I blocked the sword with just my fingertips. It felt like I was blocked by a wall of steel. Apparently, the opponent didn't even get a scratch or any damage from the impact.

"Isn't it enough to just slash? Then how about this!?"

Russell injected magic power into the tip of the sword and quickly amplified it. Only with skills like Russell could one achieve this speed. No matter how you look at it, the magic power here is more abundant. Russell thought so and kicked the ground, intending to completely destroy the robed figure.

“Ohhhhhhh!!”

Russell swung his sword with a brave cry. But—

"ah!?"

The black magic-filled fingertips easily deflected it. With a "bang", the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the dull sound echoed in the alley.

"This is so disgraceful... Well, although I expected it." The robed figure shook his head in disappointment, and Russell sat on the ground trembling.

"Why? I'm already qualified to challenge B-rank... I've also trained as a magic swordsman... Why is this happening..."

“Isn’t it obvious? At the end of the day, that’s who you are.”

A pair of sharp red eyes gleamed from the hood of the robed figure. Russell felt a chill down his spine and was speechless.

Looking at Russell like this, the robed figure said calmly: "You can only act within the scope of your own common sense. No matter how powerful you are on the "surface", it does not mean that it is equally effective "behind the scenes". This is also common sense in a sense, but many people choose to turn a blind eye to it. So I am not surprised."

"Gu... Oh oh oh!" Russell rushed over excitedly, waving his fist, but was caught by the robed figure's magical right palm. Then, his fist was held like this, unable to break away from the robed figure.

Russell struggled desperately, and the robed figure continued: "It's common to get high praise and feel powerful. It's common to be said something unpleasant and rush over in anger. And then..."

The robed figure pulled Russell in front of him and used a little magic to hit Russell's abdomen. Russell was knocked away and fell to the ground.

“It’s not uncommon to be hit by an unexpected force and to be fundamentally broken. Everyone experiences this kind of ‘taken for granted’ event at least once.”

Russell looked at the robed figure who was narrating calmly and clenched his teeth. Then, the robed figure suddenly showed a cold smile.

"What I want to say is that you are not special, just one of many outstanding adventurers. Only a very few people will stand out, and in my opinion, you do not have the potential to be one of the few."

"Shut up……"

Russell muttered in a low voice, but the robed figure ignored him. With an obvious smile on his face, he looked down at Russell and said, "Drowning in unfinished power. It can be said that you are also one of the 'false strong men' and cannot escape this identity."

"Shut up!!" Russell yelled, and the magic power around him fluctuated violently. He stared at the robed figure with bloodshot eyes, slowly stood up, clenched his right fist and rushed towards him.

There were no slogans, no shouts, only distorted expressions in silence. Russell no longer had any thoughts of avoiding or counterattacking in his mind, he just wanted to completely destroy this annoying opponent.

Russell was no longer a warrior or an adventurer, he had completely lost himself and became a madman. Because of this, the robed figure felt that he had become an easy target for sniping.

“Hahahaha… you took the bait!”

As the robed figure snapped his fingers loudly, a dark shadow gushed out and instantly surrounded Russell. Russell struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the worse it got. He had no way to retreat, his body could not move, and he could only let the darkness swallow him.

Russell was completely swallowed up by the darkness, and then thrown to the ground by an aura wrapped in black magic, and fell to the ground helplessly.

The robed figure looked down at Russell and said coldly: "Although you may not be able to hear it, I still want to tell you that this is all because you have lost control. When you first asked 'what's the matter', if I hadn't asked extra questions, I might not have guided you so easily. Even without that sentence, you are now emotionally unstable and you would eventually come to this point..."