In the last minute that Zeke released the [Fireball] forming in his hands, he immediately cast [Void Negation], dissipating both attacks as well as the figure's barrier which was inside the casting range. He then took out the spear immediately and stabbed it through the enemy's throat, effectively killing him. This kill was very hard for Zeke to pull off since he needed to time the usage of skills correctly while also catching the enemy off-guard while attacking with intent to kill. If he somehow failed to kill him in the first attack, he feared that when [Void Negation] ends, the barrier would be back and he would be an open target to the figure's barrage.

After a few seconds, Zeke stood up and looked at the figure. It was a man with an average look and short black hair that exuded an air of arrogance and disdain. The noteworthy feature of the man is his two protruding horns in both sides of his head. This horn is unlike his parents', as this one is a bit longer and different in shape. It also exudes a slightly oppressive aura that Zeke could feel when he was a few meters away from the figure's horns. There is also a tattoo that looked like two 'I's on the figure's left chest as both are pitch black and seemed to be glowing faintly.

After a few minutes of looking, Zeke concluded that it was really a demonkin. Although it was his first time seeing one, Zeke knew from the books that demons all have their own natural evil or malevolent auras and it was up to the person's future training what their auras will be. Demons who kill for strength have a stronger oppressive and malevolent aura than those who meditate as normal magicians do. Although Demons who meditate like humans have evil auras, it was only faint as it's just an innate aura from their bodies. Even if the demon did all the good deeds in the world, there would still be a stench of evil aura in him/her.

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After a few seconds of Zeke rummaging through the figure's pockets and storage, Zeke decided to go further down and sate his curiosity. He was also highly vigilant because from what the demon had said earlier. If this demon disciple is already this strong, then wouldn't it mean his master is stronger?

Although Zeke had little to no confidence in defeating the 'master', he couldn't back down anymore. He was afraid that if he backed down right there and then, it would be one of his biggest regrets in his life. Right now, he already awakened 70% of the slumbering dragon blood in his body. It had increased by a bit due to having a tense fight against someone slightly stronger than him while in a disadvantageous environment. Although he knew he could already integrate the awoken blood, he figured he'd try and increase it more since he had another stronger foe to face which is the demon master in the following rooms. Not only that, but he also didn't know if the demon master is the strongest he'll face here as there was a chance that strong beasts reside in the deeper parts of this place.

After walking for a bit, Zeke reached the next room. He readied his sword as he was looking around the room. He was also surprised that inside the room, multiple torches were already lit and there was no one around besides some footprints. The footprints belonged to an adult which had almost twice the size of Zeke's own small foot. The statues of this room were also exuding a very terrifying aura that if it weren't for Zeke's own aura, he would've already lost his combat strength. The statues here also had glowing red eyes which only made the room much more creepy. Zeke endured the scary atmosphere as he went down yet another room.

Zeke went into the next room with ease. There was no sign of life as Zeke only saw the same footsteps along with the statues who again strengthened the aura they exuded in hopes of pressuring Zeke. However, the statues really encountered the wrong victim this time. Not only did his own Aura suppress most of the incoming pressure, but Zeke also had a mind and soul that was many times stronger than his peers. Combined with his Aura, there was practically no hope for the oppressive atmosphere to suppress him much less incapacitate him.

Zeke was surprised about the size of the next room he came across. Unlike the previous ones, this one is much bigger than the others by almost twice the size as it also had multiple torches lit up there. The torches were too far from the floor and the middle part of the room as some parts aren't seen and are hidden in the darkness. Zeke looked around without entering the room as he faintly sensed a feeling of danger inside.

Zeke noticed through his mana perception that a faint trace of mana could be felt. It was mana that was willed to surround a figure of a cross-legged human. Looking at the direction, Zeke guessed that this should be the master the figure spoke about earlier. Before entering, he also tried to sense if there's any other living being inside. If there were, then Zeke would have to reconsider his decisions. When he noticed there was no one besides the sitting figure, He heaved a sigh of relief as he stealthily entered.

Fortunately for Zeke, the door behind him didn't close, but the walls beside are trembling like it was being obstructed by something invisible. This made escape possible if the opponent is too strong for Zeke.

When he tried to look around, he could only see a bald old man sitting near the middle of the room with his back facing Zeke. The old man wore a loose robe with images of a black bird soaring above what seems to be human figures. The images in the back part of the old man's robe looked very majestic as there were also black feathers surrounding the outer part of the robe. In Zeke's eyes, the old man was like a rich businessman who has a weird taste in exotic clothing.

Seeing as the old man was faced in the opposite direction, Zeke tried a sneak attack. For fear that using magic can alert the man, Zeke brought out a spare spear as he hurled it towards the head of the man.

The old man didn't even look back as his left arm waved casually. A dark s.h.i.+eld formed from mana appeared as it blocked the incoming spear with ease. Zeke was surprised by the man's keen senses and vigilance.

"Young people nowadays really do everything just to win." With a sigh, the old man floated a meter above the ground as he rotated to face Zeke. He was surprised by the appearance of his attacker but he soon recovered his poker face.

"I thought it was my disciple who attacked me. It turned out to be an unknown sob who's still wet in the ears. Who are you, young man? How did you get here? Did you kill my disciple back there?" The man questioned Zeke as his gaze was like a death sentence to Zeke as he felt naked right in front of the sitting man. Zeke remained silent as he was not in the mood for chatter.

"Tier 2? Such a young sob like you is actually already Tier 2?" The man widened his eyes, thinking it was his vision that was wrong. Zeke looked like a boy not older than 15 yet he was already a Tier 2 Magician based on the purity of his mana.

Due to the big difference in power, the man had the ability to sense Zeke's mana. With his experience, he naturally knew how impure a Tier 1 Magician's mana is, while Zeke's was already partially pure. It meant that Zeke is at the very least a fledgeling Tier 2 or higher but lower to a new Tier 3. This shook the man's core as he noticed Zeke's handsome face and height. It was clearly the proportion of a child lower than 15 years old. The man was shocked because even in his homeland, the youngest person to reach Tier 2 was a 16-year-old boy of n.o.ble birth. Other than the boy, he didn't know of anyone who reached this Tier at a very young age.

At the same time, Zeke was also shocked about the old man's words. It had only been seconds when the man first looked at him but he already had figured this much. To be able to figure out one's strength in just a look, Zeke knew that only people far stronger than their enemies could do this. He instantly concluded that this old man should be stronger than Zeke many many times.

"It seems my disciple's lacking in skills. His Darkray Barrier couldn't even hold out against a measly Tier 2?" The old man sighed and looked at Zeke coldly. Although his disciple is unruly and arrogant, his talent for their family's skill is too good, making him the old man's disciple. However, he couldn't figure out how the Tier 2 Magician in front of him managed to have possibly killed the disciple who had the formidable Darkray Barrier, a skill that could even defend against attacks of Tier 3 Magicians.