61 Crushing Mages

The red-haired youth's fist landed on the guard's long sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as the long sword broke. The young knight's lips curled up into a wanton smile as his fist was about to land on the guard's chest.

Bang!

The leader of the middle-aged knights used his hand to grab tightly onto the red-haired youth's fist as he frowned.

"Hawthorne, restrain yourself!"

The red-haired youth snorted coldly and struggled free of the middle-aged knight's hand.

"Don't forget, Tulip Academy of Magic and Harriet."

The middle-aged knight said seriously, "The terror of a saint-level powerhouse is not something you can imagine!"

"I will also be a saint-level knight in the future!"

Hawthorne laughed, revealing his white teeth. They looked very sharp, like a wolf.

"Then we'll talk about it after you become a saint-level knight."

The middle-aged knight felt a headache.