Spatial ripples expanded beneath the gloomy sky. Allen stepped out from the void, landing firmly on the frozen ground. The first jump of the Blink Ring was complete, spanning three hundred kilometers. Biting cold winds mixed with ice crystals battered his face. Although the negative forty-degree temperature was enough to freeze a mortal to death, Allen did not even furrow his brow.
He was still five hundred and twelve kilometers away from the Glacier Academy, but he did not continue jumping.
"Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically."
The moment he muttered this proverb from his past life's memories, his voice was swallowed by the howling wind. His opponents were three battle-hardened Second-level Black Wizards. They required utmost respect, as any underestimation could lead to a fatal failure.
He stood perfectly still. His cognitive sub-threads operated at maximum capacity, beginning a systematic threat assessment in his mind.
