Jarrosus City was in a mess, but the Emerald Tower was abnormally quiet. Almost half of the mages had gone out, leaving only a few apprentices below level-five and a few people like Gerian and Lin Li.
Old Grimm looked up from a pile of beakers and asked casually, "Felic, when I saw you teaching Bathrilor a lesson at the banquet that day, your strength should be at level-nine, right?"
"Almost, I just broke through to level-nine a few days ago." Lin Li nodded, and then said gloomily, "But it's strange that I feel like I've reached a bottleneck again recently. It's the feeling of knowing that I still have potential, but I can't unleash it no matter what …"
"Oh?" Although he had some understanding of Lin Li's strength, Old Grimm still did not expect him to encounter the bottleneck of breaking through to the Magic Shooter at such a young age. For a moment, the old man could not help but be interested. "Is there a place in the Guild of Magic suitable for actual combat? Let me see your situation first and see if I can give you some advice. "
"That's great."
After this afternoon, the old and the young gradually became familiar with each other. They were less polite in addressing each other, but more intimate.
The two went downstairs and told Gerian that they wanted a place suitable for actual combat. But when the old fellow heard that the legendary mage was going to show off his skills, he immediately forgot his business and insisted on following them. In the end, Lin Li could not dissuade him, and had to let him bring the two up to the third floor.
"This is the most suitable place. Use whatever magic you have. As long as it's not a legendary-level magic, there will be absolutely no problem." Gerian took out a key and opened a closed door.
At first, Lin Li thought he was bragging, but when he poked his head in to take a look, he found that Gerian was too modest … On the white walls, there were six magical protection fields and six elemental annihilation fields. Once these twelve mageweaths were laid out, the room was simply impregnable. Not to mention ordinary magic, even legendary magic would not be able to blow this room up.
"Impressive …" In the world of Anril, most mages had some understanding of inscription, not to mention that Old Grimm, as a legendary mage, naturally had extraordinary attainments in inscription. At this time, when he walked into the room, his eyes naturally fell on the twelve mageweaths.
"This is Delavi's work?" Walking past the twelve mageweaths, Old Grimm's eyes showed some surprise.
"Mage Grimm, you have a good eye. This was left behind by Master Delavi when the Magic Guild was first established 1300 years ago."
Lin Li was a little confused. "Who is Delavi?"
"A level-22 mage." Old Grimm's expression showed some yearning.
"Level 22!" Lin Li was taken aback. Even as a second-hand mage, he knew that when one's magic level reached the Archmage Realm, even an increase of one's level would bring about a qualitative change in power, not to mention the Legendary-realm above the Archmage Realm. A level-22 mage, even with a conservative estimate, would probably be equivalent to 10 Andoines.
Lin Li had never thought that there would be such a heaven-defying powerhouse in Jarrosus Guild of Magic.
"But the greatest achievement in his life was actually in inscription. If it weren't for him, inscription might be in a different situation now. He was the first person to combine inscription with magic, and it was from then on that inscription became a compulsory course for every mage."
"Felic …" After talking about Delavi's achievements, Old Grimm took a few steps back. "At the banquet that day, I saw that you put the icicle well. Why don't you try it now and attack me with a wind blade?"
"Okay."
"Just concentrate on casting the spell. Don't be afraid of hurting me." For fear that Lin Li would worry, Old Grimm specially reminded him.
"Yes." Lin Li nodded, and his expression became solemn.
There was no recitation at all, and there was no warning at all. Lin Li raised his hand, and an icicle broke through the air. Under the urging of Lin Li's huge mana, the icicle was as fast as lightning. As soon as it was released, it had already turned into a blue stream of light in the air …
But when this stream of light closed in on Old Grimm, it stopped without warning and hung quietly in front of Old Grimm's chest, as if there was an invisible big hand in the air grabbing it at an unparalleled speed.
And there was a hint of a smile of approval on Old Grimm's face.
"Very good, but it's not enough. When you were teaching Bathrilor a lesson the other day, you released several spells in a row. You should have plenty of mana. Don't stop. Change it to a wind blade this time. Do your best and release as much mana as you have."
"…" Gerian, who was at the side, could not help but touch his nose when he heard this.
"Okay!"
From the previous icicle, Lin Li already knew that Old Grimm's strength was unfathomable, and it was impossible for him to hurt him with his own strength.
So he did not hold back anymore, and the wind blades came one after another.
For a time, the sharp sound of breaking through the air rang out one after another, and dozens of wind blades fell like raindrops. But these wind blades, without exception, all encountered the invisible wall. None of them could touch the corner of Old Grimm's clothes.
With Old Grimm's strength as a legendary mage, it was naturally impossible for him to be hurt by a few low-level spells. He did not even need any magical shield — just the release of his own mana was enough to protect himself from harm, just like what he did at the banquet when he saved Bathrilor.
Watching Lin Li release the wind blades, Old Grimm's eyes were full of admiration.
Andoine had not misjudged him. He was a true genius in magic. He was skilled and had abundant mana, just like Andoine in the past. The only difference was that he was younger than Andoine in the past, and had a deeper understanding of magic.
But as time went by and Lin Li had released hundreds of wind blades, the admiration in Old Grimm's eyes gradually turned into surprise.
This young mage's mana seemed to be a little too abundant …
Although the wind blades were only level-one spells, they could not withstand his casting. The mana consumed by more than 200 level-one spells had far exceeded the endurance of a level-nine mage …
And from the look on his face, this young mage did not seem to feel tired at all. More than 100 level-one spells were as easy as eating and drinking to him. No wonder Andoine had mentioned many times that this kid was an out-and-out monster. At that time, Old Grimm thought he was talking about potions. Now that he thought about it, he suddenly understood that what Andoine was talking about was this kid's abnormal mana!
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