Fane raised an eyebrow. He was not too surprised that Malcolm recognized he was using the laws of space so quickly. After all, they were in Middle Province, not some backwater place like West Cercie State.
He let out a sigh, suddenly having a different plan.
Malcolm did not seem like a very good person, but he was still from a fifth-grade clan. He was an excellent chosen disciple, only ranking behind Hansel.
He had plotted against Hansel probably because he wanted to take Hansel's place. He had ambition and skill, he was definitely a good whetstone.
Ever since he broke through to the spring solidifying realm, he had only been through a single battle!
Thinking about that, he let out a cold laugh. He held the gray sword in his hand tightly. Malcolm felt that Fane's expression was a bit strange. Fane looked like a cat that was toying around with a mouse.
Just as he was feeling confused, Fane leaped forward again, heading right for him. The gray sword in Fane's hand sent out a few attacks.
Malcolm did not dare to underestimate his opponent. The green sword in his hand started to dance around. With the sound of a few explosions, the green sword and the gray sword's attacks violently clashed together.
Two waves of energies clashed, but Malcolm could only feel pain. The sword in his right hand started to shake. At that moment, he was certain that Fane was like him, a spring solidifying realm fighter as well.
Fane was really hard to handle! No wonder Hansel had looked so confident even if he was letting out an incredibly painful and betrayed expression. He really did have a trump card!
"Who are you? Which clan are you from? Why have I never seen you before, and how did you end up with Hansel? What benefits is he giving you?" Malcolm asked loudly.
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