This time, he had gone against Guardio, so he had vented some frustrations. As those thoughts ran through his mind, a group of figures was walking toward them from a distance.
It was too far away, and they could not tell how many people there were. Florian could not stop himself from feeling a little worried. Even though he was smart enough to retreat if there were too many enemies, he did not want to leave just to be laughed at by Guardio.
After five minutes, the figures got clearer. At that moment, he could tell how many people there were. Florian smiled excitedly, "There are only eight of them! This is good! We don't have to retreat, then. We can kill them all!"
The warriors next to Florian looked excited as well. If they obtained a complete win, they would be able to earn themselves some praise from their fellow disciples. After another five minutes, their opponents arrived in front of them.
The two sides faced each other, and Florian immediately looked at Fane, who was standing at the front. He pointed at Fane and said, "Were you the one who sent the message? You were the one who said all of that?"
Fane nodded honestly. He looked right at Florian before he looked at the warriors behind Florian. Fane's tone was calm, "Are you the only one here? Did Guardio and Jake not come with you?"
Fane had gotten a lot of information from Manson. Other than the most important thing, Fane already knew everything else he needed to. He knew that the person standing in front of him was Florian, a holy grade clan disciple ranked at eleventh place.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Florian was a proud and arrogant person, someone with more brawn than brains. Hearing Fane's words, Florian's anger surged again.
He scoffed, "Brat, who do you think you are? Do you think we need so many to deal with you? You should be proud that I'm here to kill you, and yet you still want the three of us to face you? You're overestimating yourself!"
A warrior behind Florian said, "That's right! Who do you think you are?! Do you think you're the top disciple of a holy grade clan? Florian will easily kill you. There's no need for the rest of them at all. Even I can kill you easily, let alone Florian!"
Fane did not look angered by those words at all. Instead, he felt even calmer. He loved facing opponents like that. The more they looked down on him, the easier things were for him. He looked at Agelt and the others next to him.
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Even though he had never seen Agelt or Braum fight before, he could estimate their strength. They should definitely be capable of stalling for time, but expecting them to win was impossible. They would only be good for stalling, and Fane would need to do the rest. Furthermore, Fane did not trust them.
Fane took a deep breath as he coldly looked at Florian, "No matter how much you like to brag, I still think that you're a group of trash.
"You're Florian, right? You sound so proud of yourself. Arrogance needs to be backed up. Why don't you fight me yourself? If you can beat me, I'll acknowledge your pride, but if you can't then I'll do what I want with you."
Fane planned on using the same strategy against them. If he dealt with the strongest one, then the rest would be easy to deal with.