Samuel doubted that Jared could beat Barnabus, let alone Boris. After all, Jared was still young. Be it a martial artist, a mage, or a cultivator, these roles took practice to make perfect, and practice took time, something that Jared clearly had less of compared to the others.
“Kid, are you blind? Didn’t you see me activate the Disc of Eight Trigrams? Yet, you’re still dead set on it being useless?” Boris’ glacial stare bore into Jared.
As the top mage of Zaprington, Boris could not tolerate the taunts of a youngster.
Galen, too, was glowering at Jared. Had it not been for Jared, the Disc of Eight Trigrams would have been sold for a high price by now.
This kid keeps messing everything up for us!
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