717 The Power Of The Muscle Mage

(Planet Caorn- Rex Island)

(Grand Colosseum)

"Nunc augue ledo eum," a voice whispered softly.

Jenson jumped out of the way as an enormous fireball formed in the air around his opponent before shooting towards him. 

He barely managed to dodge the enormous projectile but the intense heat radiating off the fireball managed to singe off his eyebrows.

Fuck!

He hated mages…

His opponent on the opposite side of the field raised an eyebrow and a wolfish grin flashed across her face.

She was an unusual mage.

An over six feet tall Mendolesa warrior with razor sharp claws, teeth and rippling muscles that could have only formed from working out constantly.

A far cry from the image of a nerdy scholar that most mages bore a striking resemblance to. 

Jensen furrowed his brows and unsheathed his blade as he prepared to unleash his secret technique.