Bab 212: The Violet Blade was Broken

Joelson was also a metal magician?!

And judging from the dozens of metal shields in front of him that easily blocked Franklin's strongest attack, it seemed that his attainments were not low.

This was too shocking.

Young man.

Knight and Mage.

Four elemental magic.

Saint rank.

These few words combined to form an extremely bright halo behind Joelson.

Super genius?!

Monster?!

He could not find a suitable word to describe him.

"I can see that you haven't been in the late stage of the saint-level for a long time."

Joelson said to Franklin, "Your speed can be faster, and your wind blades can be sharper."

Franklin could not help but frown and said coldly, "Isn't it too early to say this? You haven't won yet."