"Those people are crossing the line. They've driven them to desperation! I was looking at the Hestia Continent earlier, and oh, were they pissed. Thank goodness they haven't been causing us any trouble, or we won't be able to do anything about them. We'd only be able to hold it in.
"I really don't know what they're thinking. Why do they have to be so...irksome?" A warrior from White March Continent lamented as he climbed.
The one climbing, his fellow disciple, shook his head and said helplessly, "Warriors from the Golden Continent are like mad dogs that'd try to bite anyone who they think is inferior to them.
"Hestia can't do anything, but watch what happens when they're forced into this situation. Nobody knows if they'll end up going for us later on. Even though I, too, look down on the warriors from Hestia, I won't harass them randomly. After all, no sense of accomplishment comes from bullying those weaker than you."
The other man nodded vigorously. "You're right. The warriors from the Hestia Continent are recognized as the weakest by everyone. They're at the bottom of the four worlds. It's nothing much to mock them a bit, but why would the Golden Continent be so fixated on confronting them? Where's the sense of accomplishment in that?
"I really don't know what's going through their minds. You're right-they're just a bunch of mad dogs!"
Fane nodded when he heard all of that. They were right; the warriors from the Golden Continent were indeed mad dogs that lacked even a sliver of honor.
Even though the warriors from the White Marsh Continent look down on Hestia too, they would not go looking for trouble randomly. As long as the warriors from the Hestia Continent avoided them, they would just suffer some ridicule. No one would behave like the Golden Continent's warriors.
The other man snorted and lowered his voice. "They don't act like 'the strong' at all. As long as it makes them happy, they can do anything. What do you call that apart from crazy? Even though we look down on Hestia, I look down on how the Golden Continent is acting as well.
"There's no moral character in how
they act at all. The Golden Continent is stronger than the White Marsh Continent, sure, but we don't target the weak to bully like they do. Just look at Wilde and Lester. They're sitting at the
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hundred-and-eighty-meter area and aren't making a fuss. They even announced that any warriors from Hestia could come to challenge them!
"What's the point in fighting till the end with the Hestia Continent? What's the point in suppressing those inferior? If they have the skills, they should go challenge the strong. They should be challenging other second-grade worlds, but they chose the lowest among the third-grade worlds. There's nothing worth showing off about that at all!"
The area Fane was climbing in was not isolated. There were no warriors from the Golden Continent at all, which was why these two men could talk so brazenly. Even if they lowered their voices, it was just for a few specific words. Everyone else could hear the rest of the conversation.
A noble-looking warrior from the Chaos Continent donning the robes of the Purple Cloud Pavilion that only chosen disciples could wear-joined the discussion as well.
That person raised an eyebrow and
said coldly, "How would they dare challenge other second-grade worlds? All they can do is paradeExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
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don't know about them? The Golden Continent stands at the bottom rung of second-grade rules and is
regularly mocked and targeted when standing with them.
"That's why they're this twisted. They do everything they can to show off to those they believe are inferior. The weaker their opponents, the more they'll bully them. They don't have a moral character at all!"