Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Tang Man frowned; his eyes filled with doubt.
"Director, what does it look like above the ninetieth floor? Is Joelson's strength really comparable to the saint-level?"
"I'm not sure either, but with Joelson's current strength, including all of his tricks."
Harriet Terrence recalled the fire dragon that had grown rapidly and suppressed the saint-level knight, Cliff, and said with a wry smile, "It should be no weaker than me."
Tang Man's eyes widened, he was so shocked that he could not speak.
No weaker than Harriet Terrence?!
Sir Harriet Terrence was a saint-level mage!
Joelson was a saint-level mage at the age of seventeen?!
Tang Man could not wrap his head around this. This was already beyond his comprehension, breaking his knowledge of magic.
But soon, he became very excited again.
"Sir Dean, with Joelson here, we have confidence in winning this year's four-nation trial!"