As he said that, Fane's tone was incredibly calm. It was as if he was talking about something completely unimportant. Even though Ethan did not reveal everything, Fane already managed to figure out the deeper meaning behind his words.
Naturally, they were not allowed to fight at that moment. Furthermore, if the alchemists really started fighting, the results were not completely certain.
So he wanted to say that, he might not be able to do anything to Fane here, but he would not let Fane off easily after Fane returned to Hestia Continent. He would do everything he could to kill Fane.
After what happened in Hestia Continent thirty thousand years ago, Hestia Continent had been isolated from everything else. No one could go into other worlds through that barrier. If he wanted to kill Fane, he would have to use Hestia Continent's warriors.
That was where the problem came from. Ethan was an alchemist from White Marsh Continent. Normally, he should not have anything to do with Hestia Continent, so why would anyone be helping him?
That involved a lot more things, but anyone with a brain could be able to understand many things from their conversation.
Ethan froze, not expecting Fane to grasp things so quickly. Fane had actually figured things out before he could say anything.
His lips stiffened as his eyes darted around. He suddenly regretted what he said. After all, some things should not have been revealed to the public.
However, there was no way he could take back his words. Ethan did not try to explain anything, but the venom and hatred in his eyes deepened. He looked at Fane as if Fane was his mortal enemy.
Fane snorted, looking away and saying plainly," There's no reason to continue fighting like this. My skills, and whether I'll drag Hestia Continent down will be seen when the results are out. Since I'm here taking part, I'm naturally confident enough to get a good placement."
Ethan's eyes lit up when he heard that. He suddenly raised his voice as he said, "It looks like you really don't know your place. Does a sixth-grade alchemist like you really think you'll amount to anything?!"
Fane's words had given Ethan a chance to fight back. He let out a cold smile as he continued, "There really are all sorts of people in the world. Do you think you can just brag however you want to? Look in a mirror before you speak. You're a sixth-grade alchemist, do you really think you can get any good placements? You're going to refine sixth-grade pills?"
After that, the alchemists from White Marsh
Continent started to fight back. A sharp-mouthed alchemist immediately said loudly, "The alchemists from Hestia Continent don't have any skills, but they're definitely good at bragging. Don't think that we're idiots that will believe you!"
"That's right! Don't you think that what you said is just hilarious? You actually told us to wait for the results to judge you. Who do you think you are? There's no need to wait for any results!
"If you were a seventh-grade alchemist, we might have had to think about it and see if really have the skills. Where does a sixth-grade alchemist like you get all your courage? Are sixth-grade alchemists actually that impressive in Hestia Continent?"
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