Level Twelve

Kevin, who was holding his ground in the Demon Fall Valley, passed every day as if it were a year. Lin Li, who was in the Emerald Tower, felt like time was flying by. In the blink of an eye, seven days were reduced to one day left.

Accompanied by Gerian, Lin Li walked into the level certification hall once again.

Old Grimm had just left half an hour ago. Before he left, the old man's expression was somewhat hurt. In one afternoon, Lin Li had beaten him four times in a row, and each time was done neatly and efficiently. He'd even used Magic Steal on one occasion, but still failed to avoid a defeat…

Even Gerian, who was wild with joy while watching, couldn't help but curse inwardly. Beast.

Old Grimm was a legendary mage; though he used only the power of a Magic Shooter, it was hardly justifiable to beat him over and over again…

"Go and certify your level once more. With your current strength, you should have reached the Magic Shooter realm."