Zamian trailed off in his sentence, not daring to continue. After all, the masked man never had the best of tempers. If he had finished his words, he might be seen as questioning the masked man's skills.
The masked man coldly smiled, looking up at where the eight-tailed snake had fallen, his hands trembling slightly. "This is the last fiend and the last test for me before I pass. It'd be weirder if the fiend was not this strong."
The masked man gulped as he remembered the bitter battle he had just gone through. If it were not for the fact that he was much stronger than the average person and had reached the spring solidifying realm before, he might not have been able to kill that eight-tailed snake.
Zamian frowned, snorting lightly before saying, "The structure of this blood-colored world is so strange. They allowed us all to enter, but at the final battle, they erected a barrier, not allowing us in to help you at all."
The masked man coldly smiled, glancing at Zamian disdainfully before saying, "Do you think that the old man who designed this stage has your brain? If he let everyone in, how could he not have thought of this?
"The eight-tailed snake wouldn't have amounted to much if we attacked it in a group, then the last test
would hold no meaning to it. The whole reason the eight-tailed snake existed was to see if I have the qualifications to pass."
After saying that, the masked man squinted as he added, his words carrying the sliver of ridicule he had, "Even if those guys risked their lives on the line and arrived here, they wouldn't be able to pass anyway!"
Zamian hurriedly nodded. "Even you've been injured to this degree, so how could the other two have any hope? They were never at your level, and if you hadn't suppressed your powers, the two of them wouldn't even be able to face you together."
The masked man smiled at this; Zamian's flattery was quite decent.
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