Seeing Fane preparing to attack, the fat man cackled as though mocking him for not knowing his place.
Every warrior from a second-grade world had special marks on their clothes. Warriors from the Golden Continent had dark gold patterns, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent had blue clouds.
There were intricate patterns on those symbols to prevent replication from other parties, and warriors from second-grade worlds and third-grade worlds knew those symbols by heart.
The fat man and the thin man both looked at Fane and Rudy, and they could immediately tell that they were from third-grade worlds.
Their origins were like a label of strength, and both men looked down on warriors from third-grade worlds. Even though they knew not every warrior from a third-grade world was weak, not many of them were powerful either. It was unlikely for them to meet any powerful ones, anyway.
Furthermore, Fane—though both men could not deduce his prowess—brought along a good-for-nothing warrior with him. Even if they could not see how strong Fane was, they deduced he could not possibly be any stronger, seeing as his companion was squashable.
Chaos City was not a charitable place. It was impossible to tell how many people entered and how many people died there. Everyone knew how dangerous that place was, but Fane brought a useless companion with him. It meant there was no one strong enough for Fane to bring along. Otherwise, he would have brought a better companion!
They probably failed to see how strong Fane was because of some special object that could block their senses, but that was not important. All they needed to do was kill both men to get their rewards.
Whether it was spirit crystals or some materials, it was better than nothing. The two of them never planned on getting any valuable treasures in Chaos City. They just wanted to kill a few men to earn some rewards.
If they happened to get a golden key, they would make their way to the Stage of the Nine to get their treasures. They did not want to carry a key with them while they looked for another one at all. The two of them knew very well that they would not be able to survive any strong warriors with their skills. This is property © .
Bringing a key along everywhere was equivalent to signing a warrant for one's death!
The fat man looked at the Soul Sword that was aimed at him and laughed. "What kind of technique is this? I don't feel any energy from it at all! Is it really that pointless?"
In their eyes, energy fluctuations
represented the strength of a skill, and Fane's technique did not have any energy fluctuations at all. At least, the two of them could not feel any. On top of that, this whole situation only seemed more hilarious when they noted Fane's origin. How could dolts like them dare to enter Chaos City?!
Fane smirked, not bothering to respond to what the two of them were saying.
When the fat man saw the smile on Fane's face, he was furious. How dare Fane laugh at them?! It was like he was mocking them for being ignorant!
The fat man gritted his teeth and spat, "Brat! How dare you? You're mocking us?! I planned on just killing you quickly, but I've changed my mind now. I'll torture you before I kill you so you know the consequences of mocking me!"