Everyone saw what was happening, and the place fell into a strange silence. Every warrior from Golden Continent was stunned. It was the same result. Even Intet had lost!
There were those of them who had said confidently that Fane would only be able to beat the chosen disciples lower than the top twenty places, but they had been slapped in the face. Even the fifteenth-placed Intet had been no match for Fane. Furthermore, Inter had shown off his full skills earlier. He had clearly improved a lot.
All of them believed that Intet was already in the top ten, but he was still no match for Fane. He had still been killed by Fane in one strike and they could not accept the fact.Têxt belongs to .
They could still somewhat accept the last placed chosen disciples losing, but even Intet had lost. They could not believe it at all. Some of them felt like they had been slapped in the face several times.
Fane smirked as he raised an eyebrow to look at Intet, who was twitching on the ground. He controlled Destroying the Void's power, not destroying Intet's body, allowing him to remain conscious.
He slowly walked toward Intet. At that moment, Intet had his eyes wide. His body twitched constantly. When he saw Fane, he shook even harder. Fear enveloped the consciousness he still had, "Don't kill me! Don't torture me! I'm begging you! Don't torture me!"
Even though Fane was controlling Destroying the Void to not engulf Intet's soul, it was still slowly eating away at it. The deep, bone-piercing pain filled Intet with fear. He was even hoping for Fane to kill him with one blow!
At that moment, dignity was nothing. He only wished that Fane would let him off and not rip apart his soul.
Hearing Intet's begging, Fane could not help but laugh, "Don't you remember what you said earlier? You told me that I would be the one begging and that you wouldn't forgive me..."
The moment he said that Intet's face paled. He had not believed that Fane would be able to beat him at all. He felt like Fane was no match for him whatsoever.
At that moment, Intet wanted to slap himself in the face. Looking at Fane's cold eyes, he shuddered. He regretted trying to challenge Fane in the first place. When he saw what Fane did, he only thought that Fane was incredibly despicable.
He had also been very confident in his skills. Ever since he entered the Whirling World, he had made
breakthrough after breakthrough. He did not think much of Fane as well. It was not like Intet's confidence was unreasonable either.
With Intet's skills, he would have definitely been able to rank within the top five in the White Phoenix Clan, but he did not know that even the top five would not be a match for Fane.
Fane looked at Intet and sighed, "Will you be like Lester? Thinking that I was putting on an act and that was the only reason you lost?"
Intet's face stiffened, unable to say anything. He felt like everything Fane said was like a slap on the face. Fane had not been putting on an act at all. He had just been fooling himself the whole time.