The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 137: Chapter 85: "You Think I’m Only Tier 5?

"What do you mean, it has nothing to do with you?" Sean retorted. "So you’re allowed to kill him for me, but I’m not allowed to kill him for you?"

Someone was trying to kill his sister-in-law. Of course he wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

Elvire was speechless.

The movements of her hands slowed by half a beat.

’To be honest, she really didn’t like it when people tried to take things from her, but Sean’s reasoning... it didn’t seem entirely unacceptable...’

Zajik, who was already Bursting Qi, saw the two of them flirting right before a battle—shoving their public display of affection down his throat—and was so enraged he laughed instead.

"Good, good, good."

"Such a loving little couple."

"Each of you wants to kill me for the other. You really think I’m that easy to kill?"

The killing intent around Zajik seemed to solidify. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Today, I’ll show you what a true High-tier Wizard is!"

"You probably still think I’m just Tier Five, don’t you?"

"Aren’t you?"

Sean watched him coldly, his mind on high alert.

’This old man seems to have another trick up his sleeve.’

’Could he have broken through to Tier Six already?’

But then Zajik burst into maniacal laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Sean, oh Sean, you never would have guessed—"

"You guessed right!"

He was just a Tier Five.

With that, Zajik summoned all his momentum, spun around, and ran!

Sean: "???"

Elvire: "???"

Elise and Yisha: "???"

’Was this guy just pretending to be a big shot?’

Zajik wasn’t stupid.

He had managed to stay rational that afternoon at the bank when he discovered Sean had cleaned out his pension. Why would he lose his head now?

Sean and his three companions had been waiting for him at the hotel. You didn’t need a brain to know it was an ambush. Why would he actually fight Sean here?

He had indeed considered fighting Sean to the death, but fighting to the death wasn’t the same as suicide. He wasn’t an arrogant fool like Quill.

With Flame Crow and the others providing protection, charging in alone would just be throwing his life away. He had to stall for time and wait for his own subordinates to arrive.

This was New Eldo; numbers were his greatest advantage. And if a real fight broke out, Higgins would certainly not stand by and watch. When that time came, Sean and his group wouldn’t be able to escape even if they grew wings!

’So... it’s not that I’m afraid of Sean and Flame Crow. It’s a classic case of the enemy being strong while I am weak, a temporary retreat from a superior force.’

’This is a tactical retreat, not cowardice.’

Zajik ran without the slightest hesitation.

The sudden shift in tone was so abrupt that even Sean was stunned for a moment.

’To have climbed to the position of Vice Director, Zajik really knows how to read a situation,’ he thought.

’But now that you’re here, did you really think I’d let you leave so easily?’

Snapping back to his senses, Sean’s eyes turned a pale gold. Rings of light glowed on his hands before he crushed them, transforming them into countless golden characters that swarmed toward Zajik like a flock of butterflies, engulfing him.

’Here it comes!’

Zajik was prepared for this. He was instantly on high alert, like a student dozing off in class who is suddenly handed an exam paper. More than half a month of hard study had already given him the conditioned reflexes of a proper student.

"You’re just a measly Low-tier Wizard. You really think you can hold me?"

"Bring on whatever questions you have!"

Zajik sneered, "If you can hold me for even one second, I’ll count it as a win for you!"

But the next second, he wasn’t sneering anymore.

"I know you’ve been studying very hard recently. If I’m not mistaken, you should know the entire problem book like the back of your hand by now. But..."

Sean asked with a curious smile, "Who told you I only use math problems?"

The golden characters danced and intertwined into chains, binding Zajik tightly. Looking down, he saw that the characters on the chains were no longer the mathematical formulas from that night at the hospital. Instead, they formed individual words, piecing together a short but complete philosophical question—

A person cannot learn what they know, for they already know it. At the same time, a person cannot learn what they do not know, for they do not know what it is they are to learn. The question, then, is this—what is learning?

Zajik: "???"

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