Theo was convinced that the magician before him, Marquis Fergana, wasn’t as powerful as his previous opponents. At the same time, it wasn’t the fairest of comparisons.

His previous opponents had all been monsters from the Age of Mythology. Anyone would be ashamed if they were compared to something like a wicked dragon that ruled the seas.

Okay, let’s try it!

Theo didn’t hesitate and moved accordingly.

Wuuuong...!

His seven Circles rotated as his magic power rippled off his body. One of the most basic principles of a magic battle was to dominate the mana on the battlefield. However, Theo felt strange as he did so. He had fought many opponents, including sword masters, but this was his first time fighting with a traditional magician. Space started to distort between the two magicians.

The power of the 7th Circle magicians, both of whom could be described as one-man armies, collided and created an inevitable storm that hit the soldiers several hundred meters away.

One summoned a lightning bolt while the other produced a whirlwind. The battle between masters was enough to be called a natural disaster.

“Now then...” Marquis...