After saying that, a warrior from the Golden Continent behind him said, "The four-hundred-and-twenty-meter mark is just the start. Just look at the four-hundred-and-fifty-meter mark-not a single warrior from Hestia got there. Only ny-one warriors from White Marsh Continent entered.

"The Chaos Continent only had a hundred-and-twenty-one, while three-hundred-and-neen people from the Golden Continent got through! There are fewer and fewer the more you look up.

"At the four-hundred-and-eighty-meter mark, no one from Hestia entered, two from White Marsh Continent entered, and five from Chaos Continent got through. There were twenty-one from the Golden Continent! If you're talking about the five-hundred-and-ten-meter mark, there are only three. Not a single person from the third-grade worlds reached it. Only three warriors from the Golden Continent managed to get there!"

Numbers and the truth were the most convincing, and the arrogance of the Golden Continent that was once suppressed only grew from then on. Even though Fane had stunted their sharpness, the Golden Continent's overall power was plain for all to see. They were strong, and there was nothing that could change this.

Only three people had been able to climb to the peak of the Red Sun Monument, and all of them came from the Golden Continent. The warriors from the third-grade worlds had all stopped within the 480-meter area, and they had nothing to say about it. There was no way they could argue.

Darien sighed at the truth. He raised his head and said, "Even if he can't get to the peak, Fane's results are inspiring enough. Being able to get to the four-hundred-and-eighty-meter mark is something warriors from Hestia haven't been able to do. We're all proud of him!"

The warriors from Hestia all agreed with him when he said that. To them, the 480-meter area was something they could only look at. There was no way they could ever get there.

No warriors from Hestia even got to the 450-area mark.

Rudy merely watched on quietly. No matter what anyone else said, Rudy still believed in Fane. He knew Fane would be able to reach the peak, and his faith in Fane would not waver no matter what anyone else said.

Time slowly ticked away, and Fane finally stepped into the 480-meter area, and the Red Sun Storm was incredibly intense there. It raged so forcefully that Fane could barely steady his footing.

The frantic energy rained down on the participants' bodies. It was not something ordinary warriors were able to handle.

Fane took a deep breath before heNôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

started to circulate his true energy to shield himself against the storm. The tempest truly was intense, but it did not affect Fane that much. After all, Fane did not just have Destroying the Void, an upper-ultimate god rank technique, but the storm-god rank technique, Soul Sky as well. These two techniques meant that the storm could not harm Fane at all.

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Fane did not stop as he continued onward, neither slowing down nor hastening his steps. Even other warriors that were climbing the monument stopped to look at Fane wide-eyed. Everyone wanted to see Fane's final results.

They wanted to see where Fane would stop.

Since Fane had not slowed down at all, the warriors from the Golden Continent could not take it.

A warrior from the White Phoenix Clan, with a sour look on his face, said, "How is this guy putting up such a good act? Is he not affected that badly? His footsteps never seemed to slow down. He's been advancing at the same pace as though the Red Sun Storm isn't affecting him at all."

Nevada felt a chill shoot down his back when he heard that. The longer it went on, the less willing he could accept the truth.

Fane never seemed to be one for exaggeration. Was he really that strong that only warriors from first-grade worlds were comparable to him? Did he not care about the Golden Continent's warriors at all?