The Ogre Sorcerer ridiculed, "As expected of a piece of trash, not even brave enough to battle with me?"
San 'Han's Gale seemed completely unaffected by the opponent's ridicule, saying indifferently, "I'm not interested in the fragments of Reaper's Scythe, I still think the Dragon Horn is better."
The audience was speechless. In reality, everyone knew that he saw the Ogre as too powerful and facing him was like battling two people at once; he couldn't win.
But now this guy counted as one of their own, so no one exposed him, though they all muttered in their hearts. Indeed, befitting a race that once boasted that they were the best in the universe, they truly had thick skin. Just looking at his smiling face, you could tell he thought it was a matter of course, shamelessly composed, truly formidable.
"Come up then, the advantage shouldn't be ours alone." The Ogre waved his hand, teleporting the opponent up.
