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... ion, and now twenty more were flying toward her...

She couldn’t help but feel impressed since she had definitely miscalculated Rayven’s Mana Capacity...

She actually thought that Rayven was already reaching his limit... She didn’t expect that the Adept Mage, despite his age, would have such a huge reserve.

"Impressive, young man..." She muttered.

She noticed that Rayven wasn’t aiming for precision, he was aiming to pressure her and create chaos.

’He probab ...

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