Fortunate that no one was spectating, Ronan's current stance resembled someone preparing to commit seppuku at any moment.
"Being so deliberate, could it be ineffective?"
After pondering for a moment, Ronan placed the longsword down.
He meticulously recalled the experience of being injured in the battle with the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King.
"Apart from the penetrating wound through the abdomen, the toxins carried on the stinger of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King are also a significant source of injury..."
The venom of a Second-tier Magic Beast could easily destroy the flesh of a Level 1 Wizard.
Even for Ronan, with his Pure Body exceptionally strong, it took nearly half the vital energy within his body to suppress the toxin.
"It might be better to start with the toxin, stabbing myself with the sword seems rather foolish..."
Ronan took out a section of a dark green spike several meters long and nearly one meter thick at its widest point from his storage pocket.
