"I understand now!"
Alan clenched his fists tightly. The words of the black-robed woman echoed in his heart.
Those mages who relied on ambush tactics, at the end of the day, were nothing but practitioners of trickery and deception.
Truly powerful individuals never feared such underhanded methods.
Crushing enemies head-on with overwhelming strength—sweeping them away like dry leaves in a storm—that was the path he should take.
With this thought in mind, Alan asked, "Senior, I know I can't match a tier-diamond mage yet, but tier-gold opponents should be no problem for me now, right?"
"Small-minded."
"…What?"
Alan thought he had misheard her and asked again.
The black-robed woman shot him a glare. "I said your mindset is too small!"
"A mere tier-gold opponent doesn't even deserve to carry your shoes. With the Stone of Sage as your aid, you should be thinking about how to face tier-platinum enemies!"
"Tier-platinum?!"
