Looking at the situation, it did not seem like there was a way to stop it anymore. Samson looked at Fane with a panicked expression, "Woods, are you crazy? If you fight him on your own, you'll be killed!"
Fane shook his head slightly, ignoring everything that was said. Zamian laughed loudly as he pointed at Fane, "You’re crazy! You really don’t know your place. Rufus, this brat is challenging you, so you’d better not spare him any mercy. You have to show him what it means to challenge you!"
Rufus acted like he was ignoring Zamian’s words, but those words successfully made Rufus' anger toward Fane, peaked. To be challenged by an insignificant brat like that, if Rufus did not properly teach Fane a lesson, it would mean that his skills were not good enough.
With that in mind, he ignored everything else as he launched himself forward, sword in hand. He rushed at Fane, and Fane smiled lightly, not even turning around as he said, "The rest of you retreat far away!"
Everyone else reacted immediately when they heard Fane. Even though everyone was dubious of Fane, the battle would definitely be intense. It would not do for them to be caught up within it.
So, when Fane shouted out, they scattered. In a flash, the center was left with only Fane and Rufus, who was
rushing toward him.
The meter-long blade in Rufus' hand radiated with coldness. Wherever he went turned cold to the limits. Even the blood-red soil on the ground was covered with a layer of white.
Despite the rest of them distancing themselves, they still managed to feel the intense coldness that radiated from Rufus' body. That chill was even cold enough to stop the flow of true energy.
Fane raised his eyebrow, not expecting Rufus to have that up his sleeves. Fane retreated a few steps, maintaining a certain amount of distance from Rufus.
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