Chapter 447: A New Page

"A defeated foe, and still talking so big."

Ron shot Ming Datiss a cold glance. Then, to the former Elf’s utter exasperation, the human turned his attention back to Baron Saran. "The same goes for you. Since you managed to die once, you can die a second time today!"

"This time is completely different!" The identical Baron Sarans, their faces grim, advanced step by step. "Without that Tiffling to save you, let’s see how you’ll defeat me now!"

What he found most unacceptable before was that Tiffling who had backstabbed him! But this time, he could see clearly: that bastard wasn’t here!

"Hailan Stone Slab, hear my command and return to me!"

One of the Baron Sarans suddenly raised his arm. Instantly, the Gemstones in everyone’s hands began to stir restlessly—he was actually trying to pull the same old trick and seize control of the Gemstones again!

"You must have found more of them, but you’ve had fewer opportunities to use them. And that is precisely my chance!" Baron Saran was full of confidence, but when his gaze met Ron’s, he saw clear, undisguised mockery in the other’s eyes.

And even more mocking than the look in his eyes was the fact that the Gemstones... didn’t move at all!

"Return!"

Baron Saran felt the heat rise to his face. He couldn’t help but roar again, yet the Gemstones only continued to stir restlessly. Not a single one had actually returned to his hand!

"This is impossible!" The Baron’s eyes widened. "I am your true master! He’s merely borrowing you temporarily! You should obey my will!"

"You..." Suddenly, the heads of the six Sarans turned in unison toward Jilannis, who stood to the side, showing no intention of interfering.

His long, desperate struggle to cling to life, coupled with his current resurrection, had left his mind far from its former sharpness. Even so, he realized one thing: here, he could not be called the "true master" of the Hailan Stone Slab and the Gemstones upon it. These Magic Items had only one true master, and that was... Jilannis Galanord!

"My Lady, you promised you wouldn’t interfere!"

"I haven’t interfered," the Moon Elf said, her voice as cold as polar ice, to the man who had been her junior centuries ago. "It’s simply that you lack the ability."

"Take a good look. Isn’t my Weaving Introduction in his hands as well?"

Before Saran could react, Ron summoned the Weaving Introduction before him. Its pages fluttered open, and along with them, several of the Gemstones Ron used himself began to pulse with dangerous magical light, aimed at their former master.

"You don’t really think you can still compete with me in the Magic Domain, do you?"

Saran Laine’s life had ended the moment he was declared to have died young. The man he was now was merely a lingering echo of that past shadow, while Ron was a living being, truly and tangibly changing every single day!

The theories of Magic were so profound and obscure that one could spend centuries studying them and never grasp them completely. But if it was just a matter of reproducing the parts that had already been analyzed, then the half-year he had spent under Jilannis’s tutelage was more than enough!

Moreover, Ron wasn’t just blindly copying what he learned. He was truly putting it into practice and making it his own. The Magic he had previously cast, which was far beyond his normal capabilities, was clear proof of this!

"No... this is impossible!" The six Sarans took two steps back in unison, staring in shock at Ron’s billowing Magic Robe and the Magic Arrays that appeared and unfurled around him, causing the phenomenon. "You can’t have grown this powerful in such a short time!"

’How much time has passed?! What was he back then? Just a clumsy Mage who would even blow himself up when casting Fireball Magic!’

"Humans are always in a hurry. They are ambitious and always trying to accomplish something in their short lives. Their endeavors may seem so pale and feeble, but sometimes, in the blink of an eye, you are stunned by their achievements."

Jilannis stood to the side, quietly watching the situation unfold, slowly reciting the assessment of other races that had been passed down among the Elves for who knew how many years.

A little over half a year was an insignificant amount of time for an Elf, but the same did not apply to humans.

"Let me show you what I can do in such a short amount of time." Ron’s face was illuminated in a kaleidoscope of colors by the surrounding Magic Arrays. He placed his hand on the open page of the Weaving Introduction. This should have been the last page he was able to turn, yet with a sudden wave of his hand, the Weaving Introduction turned to a new page!

This page was not blank, but densely packed with Magic. And it looked like there were even more on the pages that followed!

A far cry from before, Ron no longer needed to search for Scrolls or Magic Books. High-level Magic, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for ordinary Mages, was now just common information for him to access at any time! He only had to wait for the right moment to command it at will!

"If you had shown up a little earlier, I wouldn’t have been so confident. But you just had to appear right after Ming Datiss’s failure, so don’t blame me for this!" Ron’s eyes were filled with countless types of Magic Energy, the colors blending into a brilliant white light. As he chanted, all sorts of Casting Materials flowed out of his alchemy bag as if they were alive, one after another, triggering torrents of Magic that ravaged the entire space.

Saran wanted to stop him, but he discovered to his dismay that his current magical attainment was far inferior to Ron’s. Here, as long as Jilannis didn’t act, Ron was clearly the most powerful Caster!

This was true even though a great gap still existed between him and the Moon Elf!

"It doesn’t matter... Even if you’ve progressed in Magic, you’re no match for this body I exchanged my life for!" The six Sarans gritted their teeth and charged forward, dragging Ming Datiss along in the attack. "Although this is a grudge between us, the battle is actually a contest between you and the ’Banker’!"

"You can’t win!"

"What if you add us to the equation?" The voice had just rung out when the expression on one of the Sarans instantly changed. A greatsword flew through the air, smacking straight for his head.

This greatsword, once wielded by a Beastman, glowed with the exact same radiance as the Magic Ron was casting. What’s more, as Saran tried to block it with his physical body, a slashing attack erupted from it, piercing straight through his mind!

On the other side, as the remaining Sarans and Ming Datiss came roaring over, a wall composed of spinning Magic Blades rose from the metal floor out of thin air. Like real swords, it pierced the Scale Armor and skin of every creature that tried to pass through it.

"In Heim’s name—Sword Blade Wall!"

The Holy Emblem in the Priest’s hand also erupted with a sacred light!