Black Sail

Reaching the nine hundred and ninety-ninth level with just one slash is truly exaggerated; it’s completely unreasonable.

But arcane magic isn’t like that. It requires brainpower. It’s not something you can master just by looking at it. Even if you didn’t graduate from a formal academy, a Traveling Wizard from the underworld must be equipped with an electronic brain and ball bearings.

However, there was indeed a burst of Fire Tongue Technique with the fluctuations of arcane ether energy in Archer’s hands.

Everyone present was completely stunned and couldn’t find any words to describe it.

Even before Black Sail rose to power, Old Man had already been a Netherworld Person at Heaven Port, even more famous than Liszt. He was one of the seven wonders of Heaven Port, a legendary figure talked about everywhere. Many strip dance clubs, restaurants, and brothels had him blacklisted and refused to serve him.

But after Black Sail gained prominence, those bosses, seeing Liszt’s influence, did not dare to kick Old Man out, and could only let him do as he pleased.

This really was aiding and abetting evil. Archer, who already took no shit from anyone, now displayed his low-quality showing off in 3D in full force with his thick-head and brashness.

Well, now it’s the complete reversal of roles; this person is simply defying the heavens.

Fen’s followers in the right trench, especially some wizards, felt that life was gloomy. If Archer were to go to Pedan National for further studies, of course, on the premise that he quits all bad habits, he would definitely achieve great success.

Shadi really couldn’t hold it in anymore; his showing off was too much! After the red warmth receded, he began crazily pretending to be an expert.

"Come!"