All-around teacher at the magic academy

The man leaped from the rooftop, his figure tracing a perfect arc in the air, his movements calm and elegant, as if he were not facing a life-or-death battle, but rather engaging in a graceful dance.

His eyes were resolute, without the slightest fear, even though he knew Eric might launch a sneak attack on him at any moment.

He landed on the ground with unhurried steps, his gaze sweeping over the area where the butler was. In that seemingly calm space, countless imperceptible energy lines intertwined.

He nodded slightly and exclaimed, "It's really well-hidden! If it were me, I might have been caught off guard. Luckily, it didn't appear beforehand."

Eric stared intently at the uninvited guest, his brow furrowed, his vigilance at its peak.

The man before him was clearly no pushover; it seemed an encounter was unavoidable. He stood aside, choosing not to attack immediately. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to intend to attack either, he decided to focus on restoring his magic power.

The man, on the other hand, appeared completely at ease. He looked at Eric, a silent smile playing on his lips. The smile seemed both mocking and an expression of confident arrogance. He seemed to understand Eric's thoughts, but took no action to interrupt him.

The man walked slowly to the butler's corpse, his steps light yet carrying an undeniable air of authority. He lightly kicked the body with his toe, his mockery evident: "What, you're lying on the ground like this? You think you can order me around? Don't you know your place?"

His tone was full of contempt, as if he disregarded the butler's status and past attitude.

"I'm giving you face by calling you butler; otherwise, you'd just be a piece of trash lying on the ground."

Not content with these harsh words, the man spat fiercely at the butler's corpse, the action crude and malicious, as if only in this way could he vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

Eric stood quietly to the side, witnessing the scene without revealing any emotion on his face. His mind, however, was racing, pondering the identity and purpose of the man before him.

The man suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze fixed on Eric, a playful smile playing on his lips, and said, "Watch out behind you."

Eric's heart tightened. He frowned, immediately sensing a chilling aura behind him. Without thinking, he turned and swiftly used magic to block. A beam of light erupted from his hand, forming a protective barrier.

"Sir, you're being unreasonable!" A voice in black rang out, tinged with frustration and dissatisfaction.

He had been lying in wait, anticipating the moment Eric lowered his guard, ready to launch a sneak attack and claim credit. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to succeed, a single sentence from his superior ruined his plan.

The man in black was filled with doubt and helplessness. He didn't understand why the adult would suddenly warn the opponent.

Eric's gaze was like a cold blade, piercing straight at the man in black. He was filled with self-reproach; he had indeed been too careless, focusing only on analyzing the mysterious man's intentions and neglecting the potential threat behind him.

Just as Eric was about to unleash his magic to retaliate, a powerful force suddenly struck from the side. Before he could even react, he was sent flying by the unexpected blow.

His body slammed heavily against the thick wall, raising dust and making Eric look extremely disheveled.

Struggling to his feet, Eric felt a sharp pain in his chest. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, but his eyes remained fixed on the man who had just warned him.

"I actually quite like an opponent like you. You have strength, courage, and wisdom. It's just a pity." The man looked down at his blackened palm, seemingly quite satisfied with the palm strike he had just unleashed.

He turned to Eric, shook his head slightly, and his tone revealed a hint of genuine regret.

Upon seeing this, the man in black hurriedly ran to the man's side, his face full of fawning smiles, and flattered him, saying, "As expected of you, sir, this palm strike was truly unpredictable. I am too shallow to understand your profound meaning."

"How could we possibly fathom the thoughts of an adult?" At this moment, five men in black arrived one after another from outside, and they, too, were filled with awe for the man.

The man looked around and asked casually, "Is everything ready?"

"Reporting to you, sir, everything is ready," a man in black replied respectfully, his voice without the slightest hesitation.

"Then you guys play along with him and give him a righteous brawl." The man's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if the impending battle was nothing more than child's play.

Eric's gaze swept over the six men in black in front of him, as well as the man standing to the side, and he already had a guess in his mind.

These people are probably from the Dark Temple, but he doesn't know why they chose to attack him; they don't seem to have any conflict with each other.

He looked at the spot where he had been attacked, where the dark aura from the previous blow still lingered. That power seemed to be eroding his life force, making him feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

Eric took a deep breath, trying to regulate his breathing and regroup his magical energy. His mind raced, considering his next move. He knew that against such an opponent, the slightest mistake could cost him his life.

The six men in black, like a pack of hungry wolves, stared greedily at Eric, their eyes filled with murderous intent and lust. Each of them wanted to be the one to kill Eric, to demonstrate their strength before the man, and to gain more favor and status.

With six against one opponent, and the opponent also injured, they had an absolute advantage, which made their confidence even more inflated.

At the man's command, six men in black attacked Eric from different directions like tigers descending a mountain. Their movements were swift and ruthless, each employing their best skills in an attempt to stand out in this brawl.

Eric clenched his right hand, and a powerful magical force began to gather in his palm. Streams of purple electricity, like winding snakes, burst forth from his fingertips, crackling in the air as if proclaiming Eric's indomitable will.

He has never tasted defeat since birth, so how could he easily fall down in such a place?

The purple lightning grew stronger in Eric's hand, swirling around his arm.

The lightning, like a thunder god descending to earth, roared with supreme majesty and power under Eric's control, as if it wanted to tear apart the darkness before them and crush any enemy who dared to challenge it.