Fane shook his head, saying seriously, "That would be too dangerous and inefficient. The more time we delay, the more dangerous it will get. We need a better way."
Rudy got excited at that, "What way?"
Fane glanced at Rudy, not answering his question.
At the valley ten kilometers away was a meeting point for the second-grade world's warriors. At that meeting point were two warriors with bamboo hats. They looked incredibly lazy as they chatted. They were disciples from the same clan. The older one on the left was called Manuel Herro, while the one on the right was Marc Loon.
Manuel shook his head and said, "I don't know what those big shots are thinking. Is there a need to make such a big fuss? We've basically been laboring so much because of that. I wasn't even planning on taking part in the slaughter game. A test like this isn't worth it for me, but I was still forced to come here."
Marc sighed helplessly, "Why do we always end up in difficult things together? You were forced in, but so was I. That person said that I would have to give a lot of Heartblood if I didn't join this.
"However, if I joined, I won't need to offer a lot of Heartblood, and I would get rewards as well. He made me choose, but isn't he just threatening me? Did I really have a choice? I just had to lower my head and say yes."
Manuel sighed before his eyes lit up and he said, "Do you know why they need so much Heartblood for? Is it to activate some treasure or make some weapon? Maybe it's to lure out something amazing."
Marc smiled in exasperation, "Manuel, if you don't know, then how would I? All we can do is listen to them. At least the ones who are dying aren't warriors from second-grade worlds."
Manuel nodded with a smile, "You're right. We're not the ones dying anyway. The warriors from the third-grade worlds should just die. It's better if all of them die.
"They still don't know what they'll be facing in the future. I don't know what the point of the Heartblood is, but there's something I did find out. Those people already decided that they would not let any warriors from third-grade worlds leave this place to prevent any third-grade worlds from seeking revenge after finding out. Even though we wouldn't be scared of that, it's still unnecessary trouble."
Marc raised an eyebrow, "Are they even worthy of revenge? They're just trash. We don't have to bother with them at all. There's an uncrossable gap between second and third-grade worlds. The difference in strength is immense. They would pay a drastic price if they wanted revenge. I don't think they would dare to do it."
Saying that, both of them got a bit excited. In their eyes, warriors from third-grade worlds were completely beneath their notice. The third-grade worlds were not worthy of standing on the same field as them at all.
They were enjoying criticizing the third-grade world. They insulted the third-grade world constantly. After talking for a long time, Manuel interrupted Marc.
"Let's stop talking about that first. We can't forget our job. We'll be punished if there are any mistakes. It's already four hours, where's Hector? Could something have happened along the way?"
Marc smiled and said, "How could anything have happened? Hector is still an inner disciple of a holy grade clan. Among the warriors from the third-grade worlds, only the strongest of them would be able to stand up to Hector. I think you're being too worried."
Manuel nodded slowly, "You're right, but for some reason, I have an uneasy feeling in my heart. Could I just be overthinking things?"
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