Just like that, Painter stood dumbly on the spot, staring blankly at the fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.
On the surface, his current reaction was even worse than that of an ordinary village woman. After all, a village woman could dodge instinctively before being beaten, while he was purely a wooden stake. For example, when he caught the unlucky guy in the Salted Fish Tavern, he felt that the performance of this so-called patron saint of humans did not match his previous series of frightening titles.
The speed of Luo Bu's punch wasn't too fast. It was probably at the level where an adult would definitely be able to dodge it as long as they were prepared, while a child would have to rely on luck. It wasn't as shocking as the Elemental Hand that Painter had constructed not long ago. It was still at the stage of street fighting.
Perhaps only the person involved could realize the horror of this punch. Painter was motionless not because he was frightened, but because his body could not move at all. If the magical elements in his body were only in a state of being sucked away when Luo Bu raised the shower head, then when Luo Bu punched, he had completely lost contact with the magical elements.
If that was all, Painter would not have been so desperate, because when Roland fell out with the council, he had already displayed the strange ability to isolate magical elements in the Magic Tower. Painter was not as rash as he seemed on the surface. In order to deal with this move from Rob, he had made a lot of preparations in private.
However, he now found that all these preparations were useless because the magical elements in his body entered the second stage soon after being isolated. They were gradually controlled by the other party and became shackles that imprisoned him.
Painter had seen such a method before, but he had never even heard of it, which made him even more horrified.
All along, he had thought that he was the number one person among the younger generation, especially after he stepped into level-9. In the entire Dawn Continent, there were few people who were worthy of being his opponent. This was also the period when Painter's ego swelled the most. He even felt that in a few years, even Da Vinci, Steins, and the others would no longer be his match. By then, he would truly be the number one in the world. Painter had never doubted this.
Therefore, when the punch landed on his face, not only did his nose bridge break, but his confidence, knowledge, and pride were also crushed by this punch. He did not even realize that he had regained control of the magical elements.
This time, Painter was really stunned. The physical damage was secondary. After being punched, he became dazed, and his eyes were empty as though he had lost his soul.
However, Rob did not go easy on him because of this. The second punch landed on Painter's lower abdomen. Although the future Supreme Magus Your Honor had purposely held back some of his strength, the fragility of a mage's body was well known in the world. Painter vomited his bile and lunch from this punch.
Rob's third punch stopped between Painter's eyebrows, but he did not go further. After a while, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor said indifferently, "Go. I won't kill you for the sake of Steins and Da Vinci, but if you dare to come back, don't blame me for being rude. Also, tell the Matthews family behind you to withdraw all the spies in the town before sunset tonight. Of course, if Viscount Megson thinks that he has lived too long, he can also try."
After saying this, Rob retracted his fist and no longer looked at Painter, who was on the ground. He picked up the sprinkler and continued watering the flowerbed.
The latter knelt on the ground for about a quarter of an hour before regaining his senses. After that, he did not dare to look up at someone again, nor did he dare to pick up the Lord of Eternal Night. He did not even bother to pick up his staff and fled into the distance with disheveled hair. He looked as though he hated that his parents did not give him another pair of legs so that he could escape this nightmare faster.
The more arrogant Painter had been when he came, the more pathetic he was when he left.
If his admirers saw him now, they would probably not associate him with the arrogant figure on the carriage.
Not long after Painter escaped, sparse applause sounded. A man riding a donkey slowly came over from the ridge of a field not far away.
"Well done. I've disliked that kid for a long time. If it weren't for the child, I would have taught him a lesson myself."
Rob put down the sprinkler in his hand. "What day is it today? Why are you guys here one after another?"
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. Can't you welcome me? Even if it's just for show." "I can't help it. I'm not as free as you. I was busy visiting the Lionheart Empire. Who knew that our dear new patron saint of the human race would suddenly stand us up and disappear. I guessed he came looking for you. This idiot thinks no one knows what he's thinking. He pretends all day long. Unfortunately, even the receptionist at the headquarters can see through his wicked ideas. So as soon as I reported it to the council, Da Vinci gave me your address."
Rob said helplessly, "Hey, your duty should be to stop him before he comes looking for me."
D 'Idarion shrugged. "I'm not that guy's guardian. At best, I'm just a nanny. That guy is polite to me on the surface, but he won't listen to me at all. He won't give up until he gets a good beating."
"Aren't you worried that I'll cripple him?" Rob said lightly. "His confidence was damaged after he fought with me. The situation is not optimistic. If he can't get out, he will probably have less than half of his strength left."
"It's none of my business. I'm not Da Vinci. I don't care how much strength that idiot has left. He'd better suffer from depression from now on and lock himself in a room alone. That way, I won't have to run around with him." After saying this, Da Vinci's expression became serious. "I have some bad news for you. Now, it's not safe everywhere. The number of new cracks of the abyss has exceeded 10, and it's still growing. To avoid panic, the major forces have chosen to block the news among civilians. But sooner or later, the news will spread. What do you think?" "What do you think?" Zhang Heng nodded, "I've got some bad news for you.
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