Clenching his fist, Ronald swung a punch as gently as possible and then smashed it towards the person in front of him.
Facing a crowd of ordinary people.
Moreover, ordinary people who had been psychologically suggested by the enemy.
Even if he could treat them as enemies, Ronald definitely couldn't bring himself to directly take people's lives.
So, while carefully punching at the person in front of him,
Ronald mostly aimed for the opponent's head.
As soon as his fingers made contact, the black mist of Fury's power hiding between his fingers instantly robbed the person's consciousness, leaving one unfortunate soul, hypnotized by the Sword of Saint Catherine, lying on the ground.
To some extent, this was the best option for Ronald in the current situation.
Such a "battle" lasted less than half a minute, and the situation in the theater quickly became overwhelmingly unfavorable for Ronald.
No help for it.
There were simply too many of them.
