Hassan said, "Locke, we can head to the Dispatch Bureau together now."
"I'm not planning to stay in the Southeastern Corner Region either. From the first moment I saw you, I knew we were cut from the same cloth. We'll become friends."
"However, before that, I have one small favor to ask."
Battle intent flickered in Hassan's eyes, eager and restless. "How about we fight one more time?"
"I've been qualified to become a First-Ring Wizard for a long time. I'm only missing a bottle of Advancement Potion, so I already possess a relatively complete Permanent Defense Field and a spell pool sufficient to perform combinations of First-Ring Magic."
"Since we've already fought four times, why not have a fifth battle?"
He was clearly unwilling to accept defeat. Before becoming a Formal Wizard, Locke had beaten him soundly once, and he believed that had merely been suppression by rank.
Hassan had fought his way out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood that was the Blood Curse Court. Naturally, he did not believe Locke could defeat him in his strongest field.
To him, a Black Wizard by origin, battle was as essential as eating and drinking. It was a necessity of life. Only wizards with powerful combat ability could survive in the land of Black Wizards. No matter how talented one was in other fields, it would be meaningless.
Even a genius Speed Painter with extraordinary artistic talent could only be reduced to a chick labeled weak by everyone in the land of Black Wizards.
Locke thought for a moment, then agreed directly. "All right."
"But I have my Plantation here. Let's go to the wasteland outside the city. Battles between Formal Wizards are quite large in scale. Lilith's Cottage has regulations forbidding battles within the city or