Chapter 159 - Low Level (1/2)

Hiss!

At the critical moment, Heath's innate spell was automatically activated. A wisp of flame suddenly bloomed, illuminating the black and white world.

As the flame lit up, Heath instantly regained control of his body. He hurriedly retreated, and the large hand that was grabbing at him almost brushed past his face.

”Huff! Huff! Huff!”

The gasps of distance reverberated in the room. In a world of black and white, Heath stared nervously at the man in front of him.

After the huge black hand grabbed nothing, the man suddenly twisted his neck in a strange posture and turned his head bit by bit. His two eyes stared straight at Heath.

His grayish-black pupils were not confused from before. Instead, they were filled with curiosity, as if he was surprised that Heath had dodged the attack just now.

That gaze seemed somewhat familiar to Heath.

Thinking about it carefully, when the group of Knights had provoked him previously, he had also looked at them with the same gaze.

Similarly, the man did not continue to make things difficult for Heath.

After glancing at him casually, he withdrew his gaze. The black claw that had extended out also collapsed into a cloud of black smoke with a 'bang'.

This black and white world also collapsed together with him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tables, chairs, candlesticks, wine glasses, and customers all exploded, exploding into clouds of black smoke.

The black smoke lost Heath's vision, and only made his vision blur.

”What do you think, friend? With your skills, if you were on our ship, you would definitely be able to develop even better,” the tireless voice of persuasion rang out.

The man who entered his vision was a man with the small mustache.

Heath was stunned.

He looked around and found that the tavern had returned to its original state. Moreover, time seemed to have gone back a little, back to the time when he went to look for the customer in the corner.

”What exactly happened just now...”

”An illusion?”

”No, it can't be an illusion...”

The reaction in Heath's spiritual sea made him very clear that he had really experienced everything just now. He had indeed been attacked by some unknown force.

'What on earth did it...'

One had to know that he was already a genuine Wizard now. However, that energy just now had actually made him unable to resist at all. In that instant, he felt as small as an ant.

Was he an intermediate Wizard? An advanced Wizard?

Or...

'No... that's impossible, right?'

Heath shook his head. An existence at that level was already at the peak of this world. There weren't many who possessed such strength in the entire world. It was impossible for him to meet them out of the blue.

Rumble! At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from outside the window.

In front of the explosion, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, brightening up the sunset.

The customers in the tavern said:

”The storm is coming.”

”It seems that those who go out to sea these two days are going to be in big trouble.”

Heath carried the quilt and looked out of the window.

Looking at the waves that suddenly rolled up in the distance and the bolts of lightning that continuously tore the sky apart, the pride and arrogance that he had when he advanced to a Wizard seemed to have retreated at this moment.

Wizards were indeed very powerful. They were gods in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of mortals, they were already existences that were immortal.