All Wilde wanted was for Fane to die a horrifying death. He could imagine how he would torture him in a moment.
However, just as he was about to raise his sword, Fane suddenly reached out and stopped him. "Wait!"
Wilde raised an eyebrow and snorted, "What? Are you afraid? It's too late to regret. You already agreed to fight us both altogether. The moment you do, the rules no longer restrict us. I can attack whenever I want!"
Wilde's lips curled up slightly as his face twisted in excitement. He did not blame Fane for raising his hand to stop them. After all, In Wilde's eyes, Fane's actions were just absolutely crazy.
In the end, he felt like Fane had just been trying to act like he was better than he actually was. How could a warrior from the Hestia Continent face them both at once? Fane would be no match even for one of them, let alone two!
Fane raised an eyebrow and said, "No, I'm not scared. I just want to make a final check. Both of you are going to fight, right? Both you and Lester agreed to fight me, right?"
Hearing that, Wilde frowned again, looking at Fane in confusion. He never expected that to be what Fane wanted to say. Fane actually wanted to check to see if they both agreed to fight him as though worried he would miss out on such an opportunity.
At that moment, Wilde was certain that Fane was deranged. He would never have said such things otherwise.
Lester shrugged. "You really opened my eyes. You said that to make sure that the rules won't stop you from fighting the two of us?"
The situation felt so surreal to Lester. It was so hilarious that he did not know what to say.
Fane was actually very straightforward. He nodded honestly after hearing that. It had been precisely what he thought.
Based on how the two of them were, it was not entirely possible that they would attack him together. Even though the warriors from the Golden Continent always did things as they pleased, he was still a madman in their eyes; an ant they could kill at any moment. It was rather
embarrassing for them to attack him
together.
If he revealed his true skills and the other got intimidated, wanting to retreat, it would be a waste. To prevent that from happening, Fane emphasized it again for the rules that those two had agreed to fight him altogether.
Then, no matter what happened, he could fight without any reservation.
Lester, on the other hand, felt like Fane was brain-dead, and he was not the only person who had such a sentiment. Everyone who heard what Fane said thought so as well. They felt like he was seriously ill. The Golden Continent's warriors did not know what to say.
An inner disciple from the White Phoenix Clan raised an eyebrow and said, "Is he drunk? Just listen to what he's saying. It's crazy. Listen to his tone. It's like both of them won't be able to beat him! Even if he's drunk, any sane person wouldn't brag like that. This guy must be crazy-only demented people would say something like this." Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
A warrior from the Golden Continent next to him nodded vigorously. "I think this guy must be crazy, too. No functional person would do what he's doing."