Obviously, "Dead Wen Feng Lantern" remained as confident as ever in his "Mind Teleportation" spell. In Walkerway's eyes, his pitiful failure last time had probably only resulted from failing to guard against his enemy's Morningstar Golem—or perhaps had simply been an "offensive error." Now, he seemed to believe that as long as he still possessed the nearly unsolvable "Mind Teleportation," there was nothing to fear even if he fought right next to his enemy's magic tower.
After all, in this man's way of thinking, even if Punk broke the agreement and cheated, he, as a Morningstar Professional who could come and go as he pleased, could swiftly escape at any time with Mind Teleportation. Trivial details such as personal safety had never been something a "powerful caster" needed to care about.
Yes, yes, that was exactly how it was. Even though he had only just been defeated by the Kalamus Empire six thousand years ago and had nearly "died by accident," the confident, never-learning mad mage still had not learned to consider any so-called "accidents."
Learn from his mistakes? What was that? Was it tasty? Mr. Zuo Mi never learned from his mistakes.
Don't be scared! Just do it! Life and death were determined by fate, wealth and honor by Heaven. Although someone like Walkerway looked like a spellcaster, the blazing fire deep within his heart was a berserker's roar...
"Throwing away your life just to seize a dagger? As expected of a lunatic whose basic intelligence has degenerated beyond hope. It seems this battle is destined to be far easier than that drawn-out fight in the Kalamus Empire."
Standing in the deathly silent training room, listening to his enemy's arrogant answer and watching "Dead Wen Feng Lantern" dance and spin around his magic tower through the projected screen, Punk's