The panther-masked man's lips twitched, feeling like he had heard a great joke, "Are you crazy? Have you been scared dumb? Who gave you the courage to think that you'd be able to kill the two of us. You wouldn't even be able to face us one-on-one, let along two against one. Even two of you wouldn't be able to face me. I've seen quite a few warriors from second grade worlds, but you're the first one who's so arrogant."
As he said that, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fane with a cold expression. That look seemed like he wanted to rip Fane apart. Fane raised an eyebrow, not really wanting to bother with him at all.
Fane was incredibly calm at that moment, not showing any changes at all. The panther-masked man felt more and more annoyed by Fane. He pulled out his sword from his storage space.
"Brat, You'll pay for everything you've said. I was planning on just torturing you for an hour before letting you die, but I've changed my mind. Since you're so arrogant, I'll make sure to torture you for two hours to clam myself."
Those words were like nothing to Fane. It did not cause Fane to react at all. Fane stood there as calmly as ever. The cloud-masked man frowned at how Fane was acting.
He whispered to the panther-masked man, "I think this guy is a bit strange. We should be careful when we act."
Hearing that, the panther-masked man did not think much about it. He scoffed and looked at the other man in disdain, "Can you stop being so paranoid about everything? What part of this guy looks threatening? There's clearly just something wrong with his head. Even if he was threatening, would he be able to beat the two of us?"
The cloud-masked man sighed. He felt like something was different about this guy. He could not tell how strong that guy was at that moment, but his intuition told him that Fane was stronger than an ordinary third grade world warrior.
However, he still chose to shut his mouth. He mumbled to himself that, even if Fane seemed a little strange, Fane was still from a third grade world.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
The panther-masked man said
coldly, "You're just too overly careful.
I'll admit that they have some strong warriors in third grade worlds, but it's nothing like ours in number.
We've already looked up all the
pictures of the strong war thel
from
the third grade worlds before this anyway. It's the first time I've seen this face."
The cloud-masked man took a deep breath and nodded earnestly. He really was being overly cautious. At that moment, Fane finally said something, "I have a question. Could you two help me answer it?"
The two of them were stunned when they heard that. The panther masked man's lips twitched helplessly, feeling like Fane was
acting stranger and stranger et
was even asking them a question in a situation like this. However, since they were about to torture him to death, there was no reason not to answer a question.
The panther-masked man raised an eyebrow as he nodded with interest. He wondered what kind of question it would be.
Fane said slowly, "Why are you trying
to kill warriors from third grade worlds? I know that the slaughter game is a deathmatch in itself, but killing is the main draw. If you want to get the rewards, you can just kill your opponents. There's no need to torture them to death unless you have some deep grudge The two of you don't look sick in the head, so why?"