'… Weak…' Theron shook his head.
He knew why the Mist Mancer was so weak. It wasn't just the fact that he was poor in combat; regardless of how poor his skill was, he was still a Gold Mancer. Just by the difference in the quality of Mana alone, he should have had body composition, senses, and reaction time that were far beyond Theron's.
As large as the gap between Bronze and Silver Mancy was, the gap between someone who had been through their Tribulation and one who hadn't was even more exaggerated.
The only reason Theron confidently claimed that he could kill a Gold Mancer with his father's sword wasn't because it suddenly made him equal to a Gold Mancer, but instead because he was confident that with such a good blade, he wouldn't have to worry about a hit he finally managed to land doing no damage at all…
But actually being able to land that hit was another matter entirely. And whether that hit would reap a life was yet another matter as well.