Soon to resound throughout Ishgar?
The expressions of the mages taking the assessment froze.
If those words had come from Qin Yu, they would have scoffed and dismissed them as the arrogance of youth.
But those words had come from Jura Rukis, one of the Ten Wizard Saints.
If they had not heard it with their own ears, no one would have been willing to believe it.
"Hmph, Sir Jura is merely being polite. To have a name that resounds throughout Ishgar, one has to become someone like one of the Ten Wizard Saints. Does this brat think he's stronger than Sir Jura?"
A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
It quickly drew everyone's attention.
At the same time, those who had been immersed in praising Jura came back to their senses and nodded in agreement.
In their eyes, Qin Yu was simply too young. That punch of his had looked impressive.
But compared to the magic wielded by a true Ten Wizard Saint—
It was like comparing a mosquito to a bull.
The gap was far too great.
"Ahem, I was serious."
Jura noticed that the atmosphere had turned strange. After clearing his throat, he said, "Qin Yu, my apologies. I didn't expect my words to bring you such criticism. Please accept my apology."
As he spoke, Jura grabbed Sherria by the shoulder and pressed her down.
"Hurry up and thank Qin Yu as well. If it weren't for him, you might have caused another huge disaster. When we get back, Grandma will definitely punish you!"
At the thought of that guild master who always liked making people spin in circles, Sherria shuddered. Just as she was about to say something nice, she saw a warm, large hand descend onto her head.
That utterly uninhibited rubbing left not