Fight

Facing Kane's fury, Punk remained utterly calm. Even as another beam shot straight at him, the caster still responded with composed precision.

That expression of his, like an adult lecturing a child, was an especially infuriating form of mockery.

"If I were you, I wouldn't fly into a rage and brazenly attack after exposing my own lack of intelligence through a series of events. It will only lay your stupidity bare even more thoroughly."

Casually dodging Kane's attack once again, Punk waved a hand and hurled a prepared Legendary Level Abjuration Spell—Rift of Destruction—at the rapidly advancing mad knight.

Yet compared to that Legendary Level Spell, which was certain to cause no harm, Punk's expressionless words carried far greater destructive power.

Sure enough, upon hearing the caster continue speaking in that calm, disdainful tone, Kane—whose very hair was trembling with rage—instantly became even more furious. Even his retort quivered with extreme anger.

"Saian, do you really think you're as strong as you believe? Do you really think I'm some soft persimmon you can knead however you please?"

The mad knight was truly enraged.

In a sense, Kane's fury at this moment was more an eruption of long-accumulated resentment. Perhaps from their very first meeting in that little manor, the sinister knight had already found Punk exceptionally unpleasant. Then, throughout their subsequent adventures, he had been suppressed time and again by that expressionless mage.

Now, more than ten thousand years had passed, and they had both advanced to Legendary. Kane had thought he could finally begin a journey of "dominating the heavens," only for Punk to greet him with a brutal blow to the head the moment he arrived...

All that anger had long been buried in the mad knight's heart. This time, being inexplicably set up became the fuse that