Feng Jun looked at Lawrence, who was about to slit his own throat, and could not help but feel both amused and exasperated. He had never expected someone to nitpick his wording.
So he had to emphasize it again. "I said the Wizard System... I guarantee I won't kill the Martial Cultivators in your family!"
Wizards also needed talent. Many children of wizard families lacked wizard talent and thus chose the path of Martial Cultivation.
The threshold for Martial Cultivation was truly not high. As long as one could afford it, had the proper techniques, and could keep up with food and drink, getting started was easy.
But as for the upper limit, that was hard to say. Martial Venerables were still somewhat attainable, but Martial Kings were very difficult. There was only one Martial King in all of Twin Towers City.
Yet a Martial King was only equivalent to a Grand Wizard... or rather, someone at the Golden Core Stage.
In terms of pure combat power, a Martial King should be slightly stronger than a Grand Wizard, though only slightly.
Of course, if a Grand Wizard had many auxiliary methods, a Martial King might not be a match either.
As for Martial Saints, they corresponded to True Wizards. They were even rarer, and most Martial Saints were on the Divine Martial Continent.
Feng Jun had thought that by killing wizards, he meant those of the wizard lineage. Yet the other party wanted to protect more than just the Martial Cultivators.
"Esteemed Cultivator, you have to keep your word," Lawrence said anxiously.
"You said wizards. You never added the words 'system.' A personage as great as you can't toy with insignificant people like us, can you?"
"Are you insignificant?" Feng Jun smiled dismissively. "When you stopped me just now, your