He might not be skilled and was probably the weakest among the weak, but he at least had some basic knowledge.
No one here was united. There was not a person among them that would truly dare do anything against a disciple of an eighth-grade clan.
After all, they could only be in the Whirling World for two years. The moment two years passed, nothing good would await them if news of this battle and its outcome were to spread. An order to kill them might even be issued.
They were merely chatting away, saying anything that came to their minds at that moment. In truth, not a single one of them would dare to do anything. That was the tragedy of the weak.
Rudy said helplessly, "Is this what it's like being weak? H
Fane turned and glanced at Rudy. "Isn't that obvious?"
Rudy immediately shut his mouth. After a period of silence, Rudy finally got serious. He turned and looked at Fane earnestly. "The match is over. Are you going to queue up now?"
After watching the match, Rudy decided to stop dwelling on his thoughts. He wanted to go up to the second level to look at what was there.
Fane nodded, taking out his entry token. The purple entry token glowed in a purple glow. Fane used his true energy, putting the energy into the token. The token let out another glow as information was transmitted into Fane's head.
Rudy widened his eyes. "Have you queued up? Which arena will you be in? Which battle are you? Who's your opponent?"
Speechless, Fane raised an eyebrow as his lips twitched. Rudy, noticing Fane's expression, was overtaken with emotions as he grabbed Fane's arm and shook it.
"Tell me! Is your opponent a difficult one? Who could give you a difficult time?"
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