"Before I kill you, I must say..."
A 'God's Badge' formed from the dreadful white fog swirling behind Lange, blurry from every angle, yet the power of the Evil God contained within was incredibly sharp and solid, he smirked at Motan, "you're a crazy genius, with no bounds or standpoints, should the circumstances be different, I believe we would get along very well~"
Theoretically, after Lange humbly praised Motan, it should be Motan's turn to return the compliments; after all, a bit of mutual praise is seen as a courtesy in this age and can boost one's popularity. In literary works, it also serves the challenging task of filling the word count.
However, Motan seemed to care little for this protocol, merely shrugging, "I admit I'm very good, it's just a pity that good opponents are so hard to find..."
