Chapter 142: Where Did the Spellcaster Come From?

When Gauss finished speaking blandly.

The air suddenly fell into a strange calm.

There was no more talking around, only the whimpering wind and the faint sound of Gauss slowly chewing dried meat.

Warrior Blake, standing at the front of the team, glanced back at the others.

From an angle where Gauss could not see, a trace of fierce decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

He gave a barely noticeable nod to his companions, then turned back to Gauss with a forcibly squeezed “sincere” smile.

“Forget it, peace is the most important! Piero, don’t talk about profits anymore—first come, first served.

Anyway, we didn’t put in any effort, so let’s just treat it as making a friend with this brother.”

Blake waved his hand in mock generosity.

Seeing the man before him still chewing his food slowly.

He just stared at him quietly the whole time, saying nothing, his expression completely unmoved.

Blake took a deep breath, as if he had truly let go of the dispute.

“Then we’ll be leaving first.”

The mage and priest in the team turned around first, retreating quickly.

Then the warrior and rogue followed, slowly falling back to cover.

It looked like the two groups would part peacefully.

However!

At the moment when the mage and priest had retreated a certain distance—

Blake’s seemingly retreating steps suddenly twisted, and the terrifying strength he had been storing erupted from his feet!

His body turned almost instantly.

Then he lunged fiercely at Gauss.

“Die!!!”

The greatsword was raised high, white light surging along its blade, carrying the fury of a warrior and the ruthlessness of a sneak attack, cleaving straight down at Gauss’s head!

This strike was fast! Ruthless! Vicious!

Its purpose—split the “completely defenseless” Gauss in half!

“Clang—!!!”

The deafening clash of metal exploded, sparks flying.

The expected scene of blood and gore did not appear.

Gauss didn’t even blink.

At some point, a heavy black metal scepter was already in his hand!

His arms, steady as iron, held the scepter horizontally before him, perfectly blocking the greatsword.

“What strong power!”

In the brief clash, Warrior Blake felt the recoil traveling up his arms, his pupils shrinking.

Gauss’s build wasn’t as burly as his own, yet it seemed he had no advantage in strength!

And then…

The stalemate lasted only an instant.

“Brutal Strength!”

Gauss activated the new skill he had been silently preparing.

For the past half-day, he had been practicing this skill whenever he could.

After a simple introduction to it, although activation took a little time, he could still pull it off.

In the next instant, a surge of tremendous power flooded from every part of his body into his arms.

The muscles in the arms gripping the Unbreaking Staff swelled visibly thicker, then exploded with even greater force.

“Boom!”

A far stronger force poured out through the scepter!

Blake felt an irresistible power crash into him, pain flaring in his hands as he staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself.

The other three were equally shocked at the sight.

This outcome completely defied expectations.

In a pure contest of strength, a heavy-armored power-type warrior like Blake actually lost?

Meanwhile, Gauss felt the surging power in his arms and gained a whole new understanding of the might of the special skill [Brutal Strength] he had obtained that morning.

As a Tier 1 Mage, even with excellent physical strength, it was generally difficult to suppress a Tier 1 heavy-armored warrior in close combat.

But after activating Brutal Strength, he did it—at least in terms of raw power.

His focus quickly returned to the fight before him.

Gauss looked at the wary four-man team across from him.

He had known all along their words of peace were just stalling.

An unshakable truth—never listen to what people say, watch what they do.

That warrior earlier, despite smiling and pretending to make peace, had kept his body tense, ready to explode into action at any time.

So Gauss had stayed on guard.

And it turned out his vigilance was not unwarranted.

One hand behind his back, he gestured to Arya to step back and stay alert.

And before him—

“All together, take him down!”

Having torn off all pretenses, Blake no longer hid his intent, shouting loudly to his companions.

Though being knocked back by Gauss left him uneasy, he quickly recovered.

On one hand, he believed his earlier turn had made his strike less effective.

On the other, they had the numbers advantage, and their target had just gone through a tough battle—they held the stamina advantage.

Many against one was no shame!

Losing—that was the shame.

As long as they won!

Blake roared and once again charged Gauss with all his strength.

At the same time—

The mage behind him swung his wand, his other hand forming signs in the air, then hurled a mass of strange twisted energy, striking the ground between Arya—who was retreating to prepare her Entangling Spell—and Gauss.

“Buzz!”

A ring of invisible magical ripples spread out!

“Sleep Spell!”

A strange wave of magic swept over Gauss and Arya.

Gauss shuddered as he blocked Blake’s attack, but nothing happened to him the next moment.

However, Ulfen—the gray wolf Arya had left to guard Gauss—suddenly froze, his eyelids drooping heavily.

He let out a low whimper, his eyes struggling to stay open, as if sinking into a dazed state.

Gauss caught this from the corner of his eye and glanced at Arya.

Sure enough, she too was affected by this mysterious spell.

The Gauss Force Field on her was only a weakened version—Arya did not have Gauss’s innate magic resistance, so her resistance to spells wasn’t strong.

Though her physical attributes were good, in the brief moment the spell took effect, she was inevitably affected.

The rogue, who had been lurking in the shadows circling Gauss, suddenly turned and, taking advantage of the spell’s effect, lunged at Arya!

His target had always been Arya—making Gauss frown.

Although Arya had a Gauss Force Field on her, it had taken some wear in the earlier fight.

He didn’t want to gamble.

His eyes turned cold.

Gauss used Brutal Strength to shove Blake back several steps again.

Taking the chance, he flipped his wrist, pointing the tip of his scepter toward the rogue’s position, magic light flaring instantly.

In that time, his body had recovered part of his mana, and he still had reserve energy in his Energy Storage Gland.

“Magic Missile!”

Three magic missiles shot out in a triangular formation.

They perfectly cut off the rogue’s advance, retreat, and flanking paths.

“He’s actually a mage!!!”

Blake’s eyes widened in shock at the sight.

It wasn’t an overreaction.

The four of them were all outsiders, and their knowledge of Gauss came from hearsay.

Moreover, from what they had seen earlier, Gauss’s fighting methods were all close-combat—easy to assume he was a balanced warrior type.

In truth, seeing Gauss casting spells like a skilled mage was the truly unreasonable thing.

“So, I was actually in close combat with a mage this whole time?”

Blake’s mind shook, suddenly realizing what had felt off earlier in their fight.

A sense of danger surged in his heart.

In the distance, the magic missiles were already flying at terrifying speed.

The rogue, Dilan, who was sprinting low across the ground, suddenly felt a suffocating sense of threat beside him, a chill racing up his spine.

He tilted his head slightly—and saw a heart-pounding sight.

Three blue-glowing missiles were streaking toward him at extreme speed.

The dangerous magical aura flashing around them was far faster and deadlier than any similar spell he had seen before.

“Where did the spellcaster come from!?!”

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