Bab 92: Chapter 92: Surrounded

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Panting!

A deep green Ma Youfu's Strong Acid Arrow, whistling sharply through the air, struck right in the chest of a troll.

The severely injured troll felt all its strength leave its body, and Beelzebub, stepping forward, chopped its neck with an axe.

Smelling the acrid scent of the troll's blood, Beelzebub glanced at the still sizzling wound on its chest and felt a shiver inside.

"Is this the power of an Arcanist? It seems on par with those from the Eastern Empire…" he mused.

Beelzebub had thought that he and his companions would become cannon fodder in battle, just like other members of his tribe.

What he didn't expect, however, was the training they received, which in his view, was incredibly stringent.

What Beelzebub found hardest was dealing with the white-haired, elderly instructor.

The aged man might have been frail, but his combat experience and skills were terrifyingly profound.