Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 609 - 607 Wizard Martin

"You... Who exactly are you?" The crowd stared at Muse for a long time, and a male wizard couldn’t help but speak out, confronting Muse, "How do you possess such powerful abilities, and why are you conspiring with Deep Blue Castle? Could it really be, as the White Stone Tower Wizards have said, that you’re part of a mad Wizard Organization trying to restore the Black Spirit Empire? Is it? Ah!"

Near the end, the male wizard let out a scream.

Muse moved like a ghost, appearing behind the male wizard, and plunged a hand into the wizard’s body, then crushed the wizard’s heart.

With a thud, the male wizard’s body fell to the ground, and Muse whispered, "Who am I? Haven’t I already told you? I am your killer, and as ants, knowing just that should suffice. Why bother asking meaningless questions?"

Muse’s words seemed addressed to the dead wizard, but in reality, they were intended for the other surviving wizards.

The living wizards all understood this and, upon hearing it, felt both anger and fear.

Angry at Muse’s blatant, undisguised contempt for them.

Afraid because Muse seemingly had every right to look down on them. Not to mention anything else, but just the fact that Muse had killed two wizards swiftly and decisively was shocking enough; no one present felt confident they could do the same.

After all, the wizards who had died were not nobodies—they possessed at least the strength of a second-level wizard, and were among the powerful in their rank. In any Wizard Organization, they were not to be underestimated. Yet now, they had died as undignified as dogs.

The multitude of wizards fell silent, glancing sideways at Muse, unsure of how to react.

Just then, a tall male wizard, unable to hold back any longer, stood up indignantly. He was known as Balrog, dressed in withered branch gray robes, a member of Rotten Swamp.

Balrog looked at Muse and said, "Woman, I admit, you’re more formidable than we imagined, maybe even stronger than that old man Sieg. But I don’t believe that none of us here can last even one round against you.

The two who just died were merely victims of your surprise attack. If you have the guts, face me in a fair fight, and if you can still kill me, then you truly are remarkable!"

With his last word, Balrog stomped his foot and dashed towards Muse at high speed. As he neared Muse, his body visibly swelled up, his muscles bulged, and his skin hardened, eventually transforming into a blue rock giant.

This was a very powerful Transformation Magic!

Even after transforming into the rock giant, Balrog’s speed wasn’t affected but rather illogically increased slightly, swiftly reaching Muse, where he unceremoniously clenched his fists the size of sandbags and launched them forward with tremendous force.

"Die!"

Balrog bellowed, his momentum astounding.

Muse stood her ground, watching and did not dodge, continually watching Balrog’s body advancing towards her until the last moment, when she lightly spat out one word.

"Tsk!"

Muse scoffed, then raised her hand and clenched her fist as well. With her delicate, pale fist, she met Balrog’s punch head-on.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound followed, and Balrog’s advancing body suddenly halted. Balrog stared at Muse’s fist, his eyes widening, but despite exerting all his strength, he couldn’t advance another inch.

"How is this possible?!"

"Hmph!"

Muse responded with a cold snort, and the next moment her arm moved, with a "puff," her delicate white fist directly broke through Balrog’s fist face, plunging into Balrog’s palm. She grabbed Balrog’s bone, swung it around powerfully, and fiercely smashed it into the ground beside her, creating a deep pit.

But that was not all; Muse jumped into the pit, and in an almost trampling manner, she frantically attacked Balrog, who had transformed into his rocky giant form. Balrog struggled to resist but utterly failed, tried to counterattack but completely failed.

All this happened in an extremely short time, and before the others could react, Baron was beaten by Muse to the point of death.

"Wham!"

Muse dragged Balrog out of the pit with one hand, held him by the neck, and asked Balrog, "Now do you realize how formidable I am?"

"I..." Balrog’s lips moved, producing a faint sound.

"What?" Muse instinctively leaned in closer.

Just then, Balrog’s eyes suddenly bulged, and his entire rocky head, like an iron mallet, harshly smashed onto Muse’s head, executing a perfectly formidable headbutt.

"Hahaha! *cough* *cough*" Balrog coughed while laughing loudly at Muse, "Idiot, you fell for it! It seems you’re not that smart either, falling for such a clumsy trap of mine! Haha, *cough* *cough*."

"So what?" Muse coldly responded, her eyes fixed on Balrog, piercingly asking, "So you’ve won, or do you think it will let you live?"

"I..." Balrog’s lips moved.

This time, Muse didn’t give Balrog a chance, actively slamming her head with a force stronger than Balrog’s, harshly smashing it onto Balrog’s rocky head.

"Wham!"

With a sound of shattering, Balrog’s head was half destroyed, twitching, and he fell to the ground with a "thud," lifeless.

"Hmph, only clever at petty tricks, thinking you possessed great wisdom, you deserved to die." Muse looked at Balrog’s corpse, spat lightly, and slowly stood upright, facing the other wizards.

Then she noticed, many wizards were staring at a particular part of her body.

"Hmm?" Muse slightly raised her eyebrows, touched the observed part—her head—and then a stream of fresh blood flowed down. Clearly, during her vindictive headbutt against Balrog, she had injured herself because of excessive force. But for her, it was nothing to worry about.

A trivial matter not worth the surprise, right?

Muse thought to herself. freewebnøvel_com

At that moment, among the remaining wizards, an elder looked her way and spoke.

The elder, named Martin, wearing a green robe embroidered with mushroom patterns and a member of the Tree Mushroom Forest, appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, rather unremarkable in appearance, not attracting any attention. However, the moment he spoke, everyone involuntarily focused on him, as an authoritative aura emanated from him, displaying immense power.

A Third-level Wizard!

Martin looked at Muse and slowly said in a narrative tone, "You are injured."

"Yes, I am injured," Muse did not deny, "But what’s the problem with that?"

"To you, maybe nothing, but to me, it means a lot."

"Oh?"

"You being injured shows that you are flesh and blood just like us. You might display immense strength, but you are not invincible. If you call us ants, then you too are an ant. And when ants fight ants, victory isn’t guaranteed, so we have the possibility to defeat and kill you." Martin solemnly said, his white beard slowly fluttering in the night breeze.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on fre ew𝒆bnovel.com