Fane took a deep breath and looked at Johnson as if he was looking at an idiot. "You don't know me at all, so how are you so sure that I could only answer one-fifth of the questions?"
Johnson snorted coldly as he said in an arrogant tone, "You come from Heavenly Pills. How could that small place cultivate any geniuses? Phoenix Valley gathered so many alchemic geniuses together, where could you possibly place among us?
"I was looking at you favorably by saying you can condense one-fifth of the runes. After all, only one-fifth of the runes on the card were more commonly seen runes. The rest of the runes were all incredibly rare. Only a seventh-grade alchemist would be able to fill in ninety percent of them!"
Fane let out a laugh before he said, "If I really felt that I would lose, I would never have placed the bet with Harold. It's better if you just shut up..."
Before Fane could finish, he was interrupted by Johnson again, "It looks like you're still stuck being clueless. Do you think you can really get into the top fifty with those skills you have? How funny!"
Harold said from behind Johnson, "There are a hundred and eighty people in the test this time. There are only over two hundred alchemists in the whole of Phoenix Valley.
"Almost everyone is present here today. Do you really think you can outshine all these geniuses and become someone in the top fifty?"
Fane took a deep breath, really wanting to stuff his ears. That way, he would not need to talk to the two of them, but the two of them seemed unwilling to give up.
He knew that if he did not say anything back to them, they would only get worse.
Fane sighed as he stood up, faced Johnson, and said," Can you stop making judgments on others with that pea brain of yours?"
His attitude made Harold and Johnson feel like Fane was just trying to be stubborn. Others also felt like Fane was only saying all that because the words he had said earlier had forced him to.
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