Bab 900: Battle of the Rogue's Encampment

"Ja ja!" Wizard Malon sent off his unique laughter over to Abel's side. Abel was very shocked to see how in awe Wizard Malon was towards him.

Wizard Malon laughed out loudly, "I knew you had a secret, Wizard Abel. You've rushed your ranks to become an advanced wizard without any pushback. It shouldn't be possible for anyone to do that, especially when they're in a piss-poor place like the Holy Continent!"

From his sense, he could feel that the mana around him was like droplets of water. For all his understanding of the world, he was astonished to see the amount of potential floating around Abel's body. Abel was just too talented of a man. Even if he were born with absolutely no intelligence whatsoever, all it took would be a little time for him to become capable of achieving great things—legendary feats, at that. If Abel continued to train here, perhaps he could keep pushing his limit until he became a mystical being.