Stiyl Magnus began carefully sizing Chen Fan up. Magic and science were incompatible, so he had no idea what level of esper this man was.
"I didn't expect someone could break through the barrier and enter. That means you're no ordinary person either!" Stiyl Magnus said to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan glanced at the magician. He was really tall, around two meters, with shoulder-length blond hair dyed red. Every finger was covered in thick silver rings, his ears were full of earrings, and he had a barcode-like tattoo beneath his right eye. He looked like an extremely flamboyant priest.
"Your barrier was too fragile. It was practically the same as having nothing there at all. Besides, this is my home. Why can't I come back?" Even with the towering Witch-Hunting King standing right there, Chen Fan showed Stiyl no respect at all.
"You take that girl and leave. I'll handle this guy," Chen Fan said to Kamijou Touma.
"No! I can't let you take the risk. This guy is very strong. The power in my right hand can erase his magic," Kamijou Touma said. He did not want to drag Chen Fan into danger.
"You should worry about yourself. How do you know I can't beat him?" Chen Fan said with a smile.
Kamijou Touma could naturally sense the mystery surrounding Chen Fan. Not only had he emerged unscathed from Bilibili's hands, but he had suddenly appeared on the railing this time. This was the eighth floor.
Seeing Chen Fan's confident smile, Kamijou Touma nodded. Index's injuries needed immediate treatment, or she might die from blood loss. Kamijou Touma ran toward Index.
"You think I'll let you leave so easily?! Kill him, Witch-Hunting King!" the magician, Stiyl Magnus, shouted.
"Roar!!" The massive Flame Giant let out a roar and charged