82 Battle II

Cook could not hold on any longer. His right arm was already injured and this was deadly to an Elemental Swordsman. This meant that he had lost half of his combat ability.

Count Selin was the most nervous one. He looked at Cook in panic. Anxiously, he shouted at the black-robed old man, "Wizard Hill!"

The old man's wrinkled face appeared calm at this moment. He reached out his wizened hand and spoke softly, "I haven't worked out for a long time… Three-Elemental Wizard? Hehe. Merilung, if you're truly a Three-Elemental Wizard, I don't think you'll get accepted into the Abyss Fort. Show me your true strength!"

"Swoosh."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dived forward suddenly. His usually thin body contained an incredible explosive force. He dived into the dark night in the blink of an eye.

"Old man, sticking your hands in this mess so rashly. Aren't you afraid that your Spell Model may crumble?"