"Dean Graham, I'm not joking."
Seeing the doubt in the burly man's eyes, Jia Xiu coughed hard a few times. He then reached into his clothes, pulled out an exquisite silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"The opponent is... a Caster."
Jia Xiu's tone was slow, laced with clear uncertainty.
As an Extraordinary Professional, he had some knowledge of the texts from before the Year of the End, which naturally included Transcendents like Wizards or Mages.
But...
He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he recalled his recent fight with the black-robed figure.
The enemy's fighting style was quite similar to the Casters described in the ancient texts, but the Energy they wielded—an Energy that felt terrifyingly close to death itself—was completely beyond his comprehension.
At this thought, Jia Xiu's gaze fell involuntarily to his own arm.
