Various types of magic bombarded 'Tolga' like a tempest.
The layers of energy exploded upon impact.
Tolga only felt a great force strike his chest, his body involuntarily flew out.
But the chains that connected them pulled his body back, throwing him onto the ground.
The development of spells was either practical or powerful.
All kinds of magic continued to barrage him.
Even a Level 17 Fist Master felt his internal organs shift and nearly vomited blood.
Damn, it's not an illusion.
An illusion wouldn't be able to use weapons or cast magic.
What the hell is this thing?
How come it has so many moves!
As the thoughts flickered through his mind, he leaped up and threw a punch, meeting the incoming longsword.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
Tolga's body staggered, and his fingers tingled with numbness.
Taking two steps back, he widened the distance.
What the hell kind of strength is this?
Is it really a mage?
