It was perfectly normal for an experienced warrior to make an attack like that, but why would a magic apprentice choose such a method?
"I always feel like there's a traitor among the mages." Lake smiled helplessly.
Hote's thick black brows furrowed slightly. He did not know whether to laugh or cry as he said, "I think Suye has more talent for combat than I do. If he cultivated as a warrior, his achievements would be even greater."
Lake patted Hote on the shoulder and said, "From now on, you don't need to ask me for advice anymore. Suye can completely replace me."
"Really? Suye can already rival you?" Hote asked in disbelief.
Over the past year, Lake had been Hote's closest friend. Lake was willing to help Hote, and Hote was willing to seek his advice.
"Suye is really lucky. If his opponent had been a little smarter, he would have lost long ago," Albert said softly.
Jimmy said irritably, "I also think you're the smartest. Unfortunately, you can't take the field."
Albert's face flushed red. His lips moved, but in the end, he did not dare refute him.
"Stop right there!" A shout came from behind Suye.
Suye turned around and looked at Basaro, his third opponent among the magic apprentices.
"It's two to zero now. How confident are you of winning?" Suye asked calmly.
Basaro remained silent for a long time. He had already weighed the matter over and over. Given his level of magic, the possibility of defeating Suye was vanishingly small. In particular, the strength and speed Suye had displayed, along with his terrifying judgment, had caused him to lose confidence.
Basaro hesitated for several seconds. In the end, he was too embarrassed to claim that the previous matches did not count. Instead, he said,