"The power of a Level Five perfect creature." Zhang Menglong squinted his eyes.
Of course, he knew that under normal circumstances, during such a magician's star-level examination, the most they would do is set up a magician one level stronger than the examinee, but this time it was obvious that the supervisor was meddling with the assessment.
If it were any other examinee, with one swipe of the tail, the assessment would likely be over. Only someone like Zhang Menglong, who possessed a multitude of magics, could withstand it.
"That supervisor, right? I know you're watching my assessment. From now on, open your dog eyes wide and watch carefully!" Zhang Menglong pointed to the sky and said.
"I want to see exactly how competent you are!" The supervisor, being pointed at and scolded like this by Zhang Menglong, was also very displeased. Even if Zhang Menglong could use a high-level defensive magic, so what?
