The man in the panther mask suddenly laughed, "How lucky are we? Only one of these three can fight. The other two are trash."
The man with the clouds on his mask scoffed, "Don't be so happy. The other four might be even more trash. We should deal with this place quickly. He's still waiting for us to report on the numbers. We should use the same method as before and get a bit more Heartblood."
The two of them were talking without any fear, not caring that Fane and the other two were listening at all. Rudy locked right into the key word.s He looked at Fane and whispered, "What's Heartblood?"
Fane raised an eyebrow as various guesses surfaced in his head. All those things he did not understand from before started to make sense the moment he heard the word Heartblood, but it was not the time for explanation.
He turned to shoot Rudy a look, making Rudy retreat for the moment. Rudy hurriedly pulled Alfred back. Even though he did not want to admit it, the two of htem were just burdens. They were useless during moments like these.
To stop their opponents from suddenly attacking, Rudy and Alfred did not retreat two far. They merely made sure to get a few dozen meters away. The two masked men still talked amongst themselves even when they saw Rudy and Alfred retreating, not caring at all.
Rudy sighed, lamenting how useless he was. Even their opponents did not ccare about it. It was not that they did not see what was happening, but they did not care. In their eyes, only Fane was really an opponent.
Even if Rudy and Alfred frantically ran away, they would not be able to escape the masked men. After their conversation, the masked men finally looked at Fane.
They looked at Fane like they were looking at a death row inmate. Fane coldly met their gaze, not showing any emotion the whole time. IT was like the two standing in front of him were not strong opponents at all. They were just weaklings he could get rid off at any moment,
The panther-masked man was unhappy about that. He had already killed two since the slaughter game started. Every person he met would always tremble in fear and look at them in alarm.
Yet, Fane was incredibly calm, as if nothing would affect him at all. The panther-masked man scoffed, "Brat, aren't you afraid? Are you just pretending? Or is there something wrong with your head?"
In the panther-masked man's mind, Fane could only be so calm for one of two reasons. One, he was pretending to be calm to put on an act. Two, there was something wrong with his head, and he did not know what he was facing at all.
Fane took a deep breath and said calmly, "You're the third and he's the fourth. There'll still be the fifth and sixth after this. I just don't know how many I need to kill to place in the top three."Têxt belongs to .
Fane's words managed to stun them. The panther-masked man blinked, not believing what he was hearing for a moment. What was that guy saying? He said that they were going to be his third and fourth? There would even be a fifth and sixth. Did this guy really think he could kill them?