"Still, since I am not a bad guy I will offer you the proof that I do not belong to any of the dark sects, and even to this land."
Zoemi snickered, actually releasing the crimson sphere and letting its heat barrier dissipate leaving only the heated ground and walls of the buildings as a reminder of its presence.
"There is no proof like that!"
Marcus scoffed, about to make another call for all the present martial artists to stand against the black-haired man.
"Oh? But I do? Those magicians right there."
"...?"
Zoemi scoffed and pointed his hand benevolently at the group from the Bellcephora kingdom, causing even the vice principal to hesitate in confusion.
What a martial artist not involved with the Heavenly Archer Sect or Star Pagoda could have to do with magicians? No one else had yet managed to establish a proper connection with the habitants of the land of mana – and Marcus knew that better than anyone else.
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