The masked man let out a long sigh as he narrowed his eyes at Fane. His gaze might have been so intense that it caused Fane, even though he was quite a distance away, to turn toward his direction. Despite the mask covering his face, Fane could still tell what expression laid beneath the mask just by looking at his eyes.
Was it defiance? Jealousy? Perhaps bitterness?
Fane let out a cold laugh. What did it matter if the masked man felt this way? A loss was a loss. Fane's cold smirk evoked the masked man's anger.
"Are you very pleased with yourself? Do you think you've surpassed me? You're faster than me, which I can only attribute to your firm resolve. If you were really stronger than me, then why did you always retreat whenever we fought in the past?"
The masked man's voice was clear and loud, despite the distance between him and Fane.
Fane raised an eyebrow, not angered by his words. "I know what the differences in our skills are, but don't forget the fact that your cultivation has always been higher than mine by a whole realm. If the both of us were at the same level, you'd be the one running!"
"Nonsense!"
The masked man's face rapidly reddened.
Fane could not be bothered to play along with the masked man and turned his head around. The minutes and seconds slowly ticked away as Fane quietly waited for the second battle. Once everyone who passed arrived at the 18-meter-point range, the second stage would formally begin.
Each of the Divine Warriors at the spot all exuded a vibrant purple, lavender glow, and all of them looked at each other with serious expressions.
Click!
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