"Oh? You want to fight me?" The blond man chuckled softly. "I know you're confident in your power since you beat them. But, kid, I have to tell you one thing—there's a huge gap between you and me."
His eyes narrowed, flashing cold lightning. "Our strength is like heaven and earth. If you don't want to die, give up now. At least you'll live."
Faced with that threat, Merlin did not flinch. Instead, a defiant smile bloomed on his lips.
"Give up? Hehe... Do you think I'm that weak?" Merlin shook his head dismissively. "I know you're the Ninth Spirit Core, but that doesn't scare me. My master is the First Spirit Core, one of the strongest mages on the continent. Just you? Ninth Spirit Core? Don't joke."
The Ninth Spirit Core was a level he hadn't reached yet, but he was sure he'd reach it in a few days.
After all, his twelve days of training had perfectly laid the foundation to level up to the Ninth Spirit Core.
