The moment he said that, everyone around them laughed. Even though they did not dare to say anything out loud, everyone was aggravated with how those from the Golden Continent behaved, believing they were nothing but mad dogs.
When Fane heard that, he smiled and shook his head. They were only at a level six city, and there were still five other levels ahead. They would meet stronger worlds, and the Golden Continent would not be able to show off for much longer.
The higher they climbed, the stronger the Red Sun Storm was. Waves of energy crashed into all the warriors there, so much so that those who were not strong enough slowed down in scaling upward.
At the 150-meter area, a few of them stopped to rest. Fane, on the other hand, was barely worn-out as he walked leisurely even with the Red Sun Storm. It was as if the storm did nothing to him at all, and in the end, he finally arrived at the 180-meter area.
A few warriors were already there, and a lot of them were fighting. Energies of various colors clashed in the air. Some warriors were on the ground with severe injuries while some had bloodied mouths. Though there were corpses, there were not many. After all, there was not much of a reason to kill anyone; this was just a match of strength.
The 180-meter area was very large, but Fane did not bother looking around him. His sharp gaze had locked onto Wilde and Lester.
At that moment, Wilde and Lester were still acting the same. They still had their eyes shut as they rested. Their surroundings were empty as none dared to get close to them.
Fane smirked as he walked toward them.
Below the Red Sun Monument, a lot of people were looking up to see what was happening at the monument except for the warriors from Hestia. The first person to notice Fane was a warrior from the Chaos Continent.
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Fane did not have golden patterns on his sleeves, so he was not from the Golden Continent.
After asking around, they found out that Fane was not from the Chaos Continent or the White Marsh Continent. That left only one thing...
Fane was from Hestia!
After confirming the answer, they were even more surprised.
A warrior from Hestia was walking right to Wilde and Lester... Was he trying to challenge them both?
Everyone shook their heads at that possibility, thinking that Fane did not know his place.
The warriors from Hestia frowned anxiously. They stared at Fane's figure and constantly prayed that Fane would win. He had to reclaim even a fraction of dignity for Hestia and take revenge for the two dead warriors.