Those words caused Guzman to pale. He took a deep breath, realizing that he was in a serious situation. He had underestimated Fane's strength and overestimated his own. Guzman frowned and said, "You were hiding your skills!"

Fane felt incredulous when he heard that. He had just met this person, and they had just fought once, so how did he conceal his skills? However, Fane did not want to bother with it.

It was a common problem with all the warriors from the second-grade worlds. As long as their opponents were not pushovers, they would blame their opponents for putting on an act or concealing their skills. It was an attempt to hide the fact that they had made a bad judgment.

Fane scoffed as he said in disdain, "The fact that you said that just proves your stupidity."

Guzman's lips stiffened, unable to say anything back. Fane continued, "You said that your Blood Curse was a lower ultimate god rank technique and that someone like me would never have seen it before."

The moment Fane said that Guzman's face darkened. It was like a slap on the face. The fact that Fane had managed to break Blood Curse meant that Fane's technique was no lower than a lower ultimate god rank technique. Fane was not weaker than Guzman either. After all, he had not held back earlier.

He knew very well that Fane's skills exceeded his expectations. There was a good chance that he would end up falling there. Fane walked forward and got closer to Guzman. Guzman's face paled again as he started to retreat.

Fane smiled coldly when he saw

that, "What are you so afraid of? Actually, was quite happy when you walked forward earlier. I just got here and someone already came to die. You're just five million spirit crystals in my eyes, so I was quite lucky.

The more Guzman heard that the more offended he felt. He had been the one who thought that way, but he was actually the ignorant one Guzman's face soured. He was forced to try and escape

the

situation. He had no confidence that

he would beat Fane. Content is property of .

After all, he joined the slaughter game to kill others and earn a high rank, not to be killed and become someone else's reward. Guzman tried his best to compose himself, calming himself down.

He looked up at Fane and raised his voice, "Even though we've clashed, it won't be an easy win for either of us. The slaughter game is filled with danger. You'll be at a huge disadvantage if you sustain heavy injuries to kill me.

"With your skills, you can deal with anyone else easily. We should just stop here. You and I can go find weaker opponents. It would be better for both of us."

It sounded quite reasonable. If Fane's skills were around Guzman's level as Guzman guessed, then Fane would really have considered that. A hard- fought victory would be dangerous.

However, Fane's skills far exceeded his imagination. Those words failed to sway Fane's decision. He smiled and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in that suggestion at all. Don't put your own standards on others. I already told you, you're nothing in my eyes."