"Boy, I admit that I underestimated you." Looking at Locke, the bald middle-aged man said in a deep voice with his cold eyes.
Holding the Sword in the Stone, Locke smiled and replied, "On the contrary, I admit that I have overestimated you. A level-6 practitioner? That's all."
Hearing Locke's words, the bald middle-aged man's face instantly darkened. In anger, the flesh on his face seemed to have wrinkled together. "Boy, you are courting death!"
In a rage, the bald middle-aged man condensed the magic of level 6 again.
However, just as the bald middle-aged man was about to make a move, a hand blocked in front of him, and a cold voice came from under his mask. "You block his way of retreat, and I'll attack him first."
The young man in front of him was too strange. He planned to kill the mage of level 6 as soon as possible in case of any accidents.
The bald man glanced at Locke viciously and then nodded slowly.