The protection outside the teleportation array had just opened when Li was abruptly shoved out of it. This time, Li had made no defensive preparations, nor did he intend to. The weaker he made himself look, the more complacent the other side would become—and the more flaws they would expose.
Li fell straight to the ground. The tremendous force left him slightly dizzy, stirring a trace of anger within him. Although Ankhseram had sealed his power, his physique was still exceptionally strong. If he had truly been an ordinary person, that shove would probably have broken several of his ribs.
At that moment, a burst of laughter came from behind him. Li frowned. These people did not seem particularly cunning at all. If the other side had sent people like this to deal with him, then the one pulling the strings did not seem very clever either. Was he really being overly cautious for nothing?
A teenage mage walked up to Li. Watching Li slowly get to his feet, he looked somewhat surprised. He knew exactly how much force he had used just now. He had expected Li to lie on the ground and howl in pain for a while.
As he rose, Li carefully examined the youth before him. The boy looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. When Li had first looked at him, he had seemed to be only level four or five, but now it appeared that his magic level had actually reached level eight.
Li was slightly taken aback. Reaching such a level at that age was enough to earn one the title of genius. Yet within the temple, it was merely considered outstanding.
The person before him possessed no less talent than Li himself. That was the conclusion Li reached.
But who exactly had