Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1363 - 538: Bite Down on the Second Hand_2

On this timeline, there is only one result: crush the enemy.

This is exactly the moment Ron had been waiting for!

Just as the opponent entered the optimal path for charging in the "single timeline," the strained expression on Ron’s face vanished without a trace.

In its place was the coldness typical of a hunter.

The energy ball of thunder and fire in his palm also silently dissipated.

"Bite the second hand!"

As he recited the activation phrase, the pointer on the dial began to spin frantically.

Circles of silver ripples spread out from the pocket watch, rippling through the air like waves.

Wherever these ripples passed, time began to coagulate.

—Time Stasis

Fenrir’s frenzied body came to an abrupt halt less than half a meter away from Ron.

The impact force enough to shatter mountains simply vanished into thin air.

At this moment, the mad hound was like an image paused by the press of a button.

The six scarlet eyes still burned with wild flames.

The claws remained poised for tearing, the roar frozen deep in the throat.

Within the stillness of time, Ron stepped forward calmly and unhurriedly.

The power of the [Pheromone Marker] surged from the pocket watch.

It transformed into a mark emitting silver light, deeply imprinted on Fenrir’s forehead.

As long as he paused for a moment, his purpose was achieved, and he still needed energy to deal with Caloy and even the "Sun King" later.

The silver ripples gradually dissipated as time resumed flowing.

"What—?!"

Just as Fenrir regained his ability to act, he immediately let out a shocked roar.

He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened at all.

Clearly, his attack was about to succeed, so why did it suddenly stop?

Why was that human Wizard able to stay unscathed at such close range?

He felt something strange and dangerous on his body, but couldn’t find the specific source.

That feeling was as cold and piercing as being kissed by the Grim Reaper.

But Fenrir was, after all, a veteran elite hound of many battles.

Even when facing incomprehensible anomalies, his battle instincts still prompted him to make the correct response.

Since the close-range attack had been inexplicably resolved, he immediately widened the distance, reassessing the battle situation.

"Trying to run?"

Ron chuckled lightly: "It’s too late to think of retreating now."

Instead of pursuing immediately, he called to his "family" from deep within his consciousness:

"Mother, lend me your strength."

"Alright, darling!"

Mother’s voice was filled with the excitement of battle:

"I’ve long been waiting to tear this mad hound apart!"

Apostle’s chaotic power surged into Ron’s body like a tide.

With the amplification of this power, Ron’s [Spiritual Shock] in potency experienced a qualitative improvement.

"Shatter—for me!"

The invisible spiritual shockwave crossed the space, precisely impacting the core of Fenrir’s consciousness.

The hound’s spiritual defenses, in front of chaotic power, were as fragile as paper, torn to pieces in an instant.

"Aaaah—!"

The hound let out a heartrending scream, the red glow in his six eyes dimming significantly.

Even more horrifying was that chaotic power began interfering with his energy control.

The originally casually controlled time power became chaotic and even started to rebound against his body.

Fenrir wanted to turn the surrounding metal debris into weapons, but the fragments crumbled and disintegrated as soon as they took shape.

This severe weakening of ability made him feel unprecedented fear.

"Impossible... my power..."

Fenrir staggered back a few steps, his eyes full of disbelief:

"What on earth did you do to me?!"

Ron didn’t answer but instead summoned another family member from deep within his consciousness:

"Aselia, it’s your turn."

"Hmph, watch me!"

She took a deep breath:

"VORTH’GAR THEK SULANI! (Tremble!)"

The power of dragon speech struck the depths of Fenrir’s consciousness like an invisible sledgehammer.

It was fear from the deepest layer of bloodlines, akin to the instinctual shiver of a creature before its natural predator.

Fenrir’s body started to tremble uncontrollably.

"Dragon... Dragon Race?!" His voice trembled with terror:

"How could a Dragon Soul willingly reside within a Wizard?!"

Fear plunged this mad hound’s thoughts into chaos.

How could a young Moonlight Level Mage possess so many incredible trump cards?

First, there was the mysterious artifact restraining the Time Hounds, then the chaotic Apostle level power amplification, and now the awe of an ancient Dragon Soul...

It was just like a walking collection of mythical creatures!

But the battle was far from over.

Taking advantage of Fenrir’s brief stiffness, Ron began to accumulate an even more lethal attack.

He didn’t choose to use the [Ring of Brilliance · Thunder Mode] against Leila previously.

Though that attack’s paralyzing effect was strong, against Fenrir with such high defense and resistance, it was clearly not lethal enough.

"Since you’re a numbers monster, then I’ll use a technique specifically designed to counter numbers monsters on you!"

—Sound Wave Vibration · Erosion Mode!

This was Ron’s long-unused trump card.

Back when he was Morning Star Level, this had been his strongest attack in a normal state.

Specially designed against foes with high defenses and sensitivity, the effect was considered terrifying.

When the sound waves touched Fenrir’s body, his internal energy began resonating according to a special frequency.

This frequency was extremely bizarre, akin to an echo from the deepest reach of the cosmos.

"What the hell is this?!"

The ravings from the starry sky echoed upon him, causing the most serious damage since the beginning of the battle.

His breath rapidly weakened, and fine cracks began to appear on his body surface.

A strange vibration sensation emerged from his bone marrow, making his entire body uncomfortable.