Werewolf vs Bearman

"He is a sorcerer?" Someone asked.

"Yeah, that was clearly chains made from a spell, that was not a skill."

"What is his attribute? Black lightning!"

Gaze after gaze strangely stared at the prince. Although the latter had just ascended to the 6th level, the power he possessed was clearly extremely astonishing.

Under numerous shocked gazes, the prince curved his lips. "Hmm... this spell works much better than I thought."

"Boy, that attack would have killed you if landed," Fenrir spoke.

"I know but only 'if' that had landed, I believed in my intuition"

Fenrir sighed. "My misfortune, I am stuck with a reckless boffin."

Ezra laughed. He looked towards the crowd that had been awed by his punch and said, "Is there anyone else who wants the bounty? If so, please hurry up."

Everyone looked at each other, bitterly shaking their heads in the end as they began to withdraw.