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"Hey Chronos, are you really okay?" I asked for the third time while we were fighting another team.
Chronos glanced at me, but his pallor and the sweat on his brow revealed that he had expended a significant amount of mana.
"I'm fine. I'm not weak like you think." he replied with a cold edge, then launched an attack using smoke arrows.
I couldn't help but let out a small, quiet smile.
Weak, my foot...
Despite his attempt to maintain a composed facade, it was clear he was struggling. His exhaustion was evident, and it was obvious that his last high-level skill had seriously drained his mana.
I was still in awe of his top-notch skills, but it seemed he was just beginning to master them, as he hadn't been able to fully execute his last attack without sacrificing a significant amount of mana.
Attacking five groups simultaneously, equivalent to fifteen students in total, had clearly taken a toll on his body.
