Max seemed as weak as a chicken in front of Durden and was beaten black and blue, without any chance to counter attack.
This frustrated him to no end, and also made him realize something–Durden wasn't a five-star mage like everyone thought. Although he couldn't be sure since he never fought someone above four-star, he had a feeling he was six-star or maybe stronger at his peak.
Why?
Because he didn't believe any five-star mage, even someone like the elf commander, Ryan, could toy with him so effortlessly when he was injured like Durden.
Furthermore, he controlled his strength exceptionally well. Although each attack was more than enough to cause him pain, none gave him a serious injury.
Max was awed. But at the same time, he was incredibly annoyed because if he didn't give him time to fight back, this spar would be useless–if it could be called a spar.
