Chapter 1362: Chapter 538: Biting the Second Hand

In the continuous evasive maneuvers, Ron forced himself to calm down.

His body remained on high alert, yet his mind was as clear as a crystal.

The power of [Essential Insight] was fully unleashed in this state.

Like a high-speed analytical engine, it dissected each of Fenrir’s attacks into their most basic components.

Speed, power, angle, timing...

Countless pieces of data flowed rapidly through his mind, gradually sketching a true picture of his opponent.

"Just as I thought."

After a narrowly avoided dodge, a realization dawned upon him:

"Fenrir is indeed, as portrayed in the puzzle stage, an embodiment of pure power and speed, a typical numbers monster."

The deeper he observed, the clearer this judgment became.

Although the opponent’s attacks were astonishingly powerful and frequent, the moves themselves were without any order.

It was purely reliant on absolute attribute superiority for a strong attack, like smashing a walnut with a sledgehammer—simple, brutal, and effective.

"In most situations, this combat style is impeccable."

As Ron continued to maneuver and dodge, he swiftly analyzed in his heart:

"With his own absolute power, plus the unique space-time manipulation ability of a Time Hound, Fenrir can crush most opponents of the same level."

"He even has a fighting chance against high-tier wizards whose special abilities are strong but have weak basic attributes."

After all, in the face of a significant enough numerical gap, skills and strategies often seem powerless.

It’s like smashing an egg with a rock; no matter how perfect the egg’s shape is, the result is the same.

"Unfortunately..."

A smile tugged at the corners of Ron’s mouth:

"He encountered me, and I happen to possess something that perfectly counters this kind of numbers monster."

The silver pocket watch on his chest sparkled.

This treasure left by the Clock King was naturally the bane of the Time Hound.

"But the key lies in how to use it." Ron quickly calculated in his heart:

"Since [Time Stasis] is my trump card, I can’t use it right away; I need to choose the moment when the opponent lowers his guard.

Forcibly stalling an entity that’s fundamentally a level higher than me, albeit weakened by rules at the Dark Sun level, will consume a great deal of energy."

Ron could feel that although the stored time energy within the pocket watch was ample, it couldn’t be squandered.

"So, the crux lies in..."

He quickly found a countermeasure:

"I need him to believe he has me suppressed enough to abandon all caution, launching the most primitive, unguarded, deadly charge."

"I need an opportunity—one decisive strike to win the battle!"

Determined, Ron began to consciously adjust his presentation.

In the following series of evasions, he deliberately made his magic power fluctuations appear increasingly unstable.

The previously effortless body technique started showing signs of "exhaustion."

This was the first bait for Fenrir.

"Roar—! Little bug! Let’s see how long you can keep running!"

Fenrir clearly noticed the change in his prey’s condition, and his attacks became more frenzied.

The arcs of light created by his claws slicing through the air were as dense as lightning.

The effect of time slowing also deepened, the invisible shackles tightening more and more.

Ron’s dodging became more difficult, several times almost being slashed by the claws.

Yet this danger rendered his performance even more authentic.

Finally, seizing a gap, he once again activated the pocket watch, using the "Time Jump" ability to land on a relatively stable platform remnant.

Instead of continuing to flee, Ron suddenly assumed the standard stance for casting high-tier magic.

"Since I can’t escape..."

His voice rang clearly through the battlefield, carrying a sense of resolve:

"Then let’s fight to the death!"

His hands began to weave an extremely complex rune trajectory.

He recited in ancient and obscure Dragon Tongue:

"VORTH’GUL-NETH SOLM’GHEN..."

As the chant continued, a highly unstable lightning and fire energy orb slowly formed in his palm.

Within the energy orb, lightning and flame were undergoing a fierce fusion.

Electric arcs slithered like silver serpents, sparks twinkling like stars.

The aura it emitted was not to be underestimated, even by Fenrir.

The key was that Ron deliberately made the casting process appear lengthy, arduous, and full of flaws.

To maintain the spell’s stability, he "had" to remain relatively static.

Unable to dodge as agilely as before.

All these signs conveyed a message to Fenrir:

This is the opponent’s last ditch effort, and also his most vulnerable moment.

"Hahaha! You want to cast a spell?!"

Fenrir, witnessing this scene, had nothing but disdain and savagery in his scarlet six eyes:

"Do you think I’ll give you this opportunity?!"

For this "mad dog" who worships pure strength and lacks patience, a wizard casting a powerful spell yet appearing fragile is the most prioritized and worthwhile target for a charge.

It’s like waving a red cloth in front of a bull.

Fenrir abandoned any thought of claw combos or time slowing.

He had only one thought:

To completely crush Ron with the fastest speed and greatest force before he could complete his spellcasting!

"Die—!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the entire arena.

The mad dog transformed into a scarlet line, tearing through space, aiming to thoroughly crush Ron before he "completed spellcasting"!

To ensure the absolute success of this charge, Fenrir locked himself into a "single timeline."

All variables were eliminated, all possibilities were condensed.

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