Since his transformation into a Corpse Witch, Saruman had not felt anger for a long time.
Of course, if the person opposite was merely insulting his female relatives in crude ways, like forcefully engaging in some sordid friendship beyond decency, Saruman wouldn't have been easily provoked.
However, to a wizard, you can insult my dignity all you want, but you cannot insult my intelligence! Saruman, after all, had been a veteran military wizard who had served in the army for three years. Being called "a level like a fresh graduate straight out of school" by his opponent was simply unbearable!
Suppressing the humiliated wrath with his Undead Physique, Saruman, through the eyes of an invisible Banshee, fixated on the human male, suddenly realizing that the opponent did not seem to think about continuing to flee.
There was a chance!
