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Nine hundred and tenth chapter over-comprehension

However, in the blink of an eye, this guy not only did not hear his warning, but now he showed such an expression of rolling eyes. For a moment, Corleon felt as if he was insulted...

He is just a first-level wizard. What courage does he have to dare not take himself seriously?

Although, the guys like Yorkson seemed to be standing on the side of Mafamerin.

But, so what?

Did he think that just relying on these guys, he could do the right thing with him? Or, did he think that Yorkson and others had the ability to protect him?

What a joke...

In his opinion, Lynch may not know the current situation. You should know that there are three great wizards on their side. Although Lynch also has three great wizards, he can probably see the strength of these people. In addition to a first-level great wizard, the other two are weak and pitiful. With these people, they can solve it alone, not to mention that they have companions...

But this kid obviously has no awareness of this aspect yet. Do you really think he is joking with him?

"Coleon is just a first-level mage. Hurry up and teach him some lessons and drive him away. Why keep saying these useless words..." A young mage beside Corleon said impatiently. Although he was just a first-level mage, because Corleon was by his side, he seemed to not take Lynch seriously at all.

Listening to his words, Sophis and Perlin's faces suddenly sank. This guy's words were obviously beginning to insult them. What does it mean to be a first-level wizard? Whether it is Sophis or Perlin, they all want to laugh a little...

After all, this guy may not know Mafameilin's strength yet...

If you at least regard Mafameilin as an ordinary master, you would be very wrong. You must know that with Mafameilin's current strength, even those second-level masters and third-level masters were not taken seriously by him. It would be a matter of minutes to defeat these masters. Only these people dared to underestimate Mafameilin. If they hadn't entered the Forest Bone Plane now, Mafameilin would have taught him to be a human being long ago...

The same thought was not only the two of them, but also Yorkson over there. He was still in extreme anger at Corleon. However, after hearing the young mage's words, he suddenly laughed and mocked: "I see you, you really don't know who Mafamerin is. Of course, you have never been to the Silver Plane, so you don't know these things, so you don't have any doubts about your short-sightedness..."

"Silver plane? That kind of ghost place, only those wastes will go..." Colleon couldn't help but say mockingly as he heard Yorkson's words.

Yorkson's expression suddenly became stiff, and then he cursed again with anger: "Coleon, I think you really want to die!"

On the other side, Lynch's brows gradually frowned.

If Corleon just kept mocking him, then Lynch could accept it. After all, he encountered too many things like this, so it is no wonder now. But the problem now is that Corleon actually insulted those pioneering mages who have entered the silver plane...

This made Lynch a little unbearable...

You know, in order to seize the ownership of the silver plane, many pioneer mages gave their lives to the silver plane. It was precisely because of the selfless efforts of so many people that they were able to finally take over the silver plane. It can be said that these people are all warriors from the Royal Magic Academy and are respectable existences.

However, after Colleon's words, he scolded everyone who had entered the silver plane. It would be strange if Lynch could endure such a thing...

"By the way, your name is Corleon, right? Otherwise, how about we make an agreement?" So, Lynch, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help but open his mouth and shout at him.

"Hmm?" Colleon had never seen Lynch speak from beginning to end, so he thought this guy was just a mute. When he saw Lynch actually calling him, he immediately looked at Lynch in surprise, and then showed a playful look: "What agreement do you want to make with me?"

"Didn't you say that those who have been to the Silver Plane are all waste? In that case, you can challenge me. If I win, then you not only have to take back this sentence and admit that you are waste, but also you have to let the three of us enter the Forest Bone Plane, how about it?" Lynch looked at him faintly.

Corleon was stunned at first, then he looked at Lynch with an idiot expression, "Mafamerin, right? You are not kidding, you actually asked me to challenge you? Do you know, I am a second-level master?"

Not only him, but also the two great wizards around him, also smiled.

In their opinion, this guy named Mafameilin was completely unconscious...

You know, Cleon is not just a second-level mage, but at the same time, he is also a pioneer mage. The pioneer mage of the Royal Magic Academy. It can be said that he has always been hiding in the plane and bathed in the fire of war almost every day. His practical experience is far beyond ordinary mages' imagination. Now that Mafamerin wants to challenge Cleon, it is as ridiculous as making an ant on an elephant. Both sides are not at the same level of opponents...

"To be honest, you really have the courage to challenge Corleon. Oh no, you seem to be trying to ask Corleon to challenge you? Haha, do you have that qualification?" The young mage who spoke before said again.

As for the other young mage who didn't speak, he also looked at Lynch with a smile and mockedly.
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