While the disciples below were confused about what was happening. Altair turned to Sol and said with a smile.
"Brother Sol, you're really strong, this is our loss."
The excited light in Sol's eyes had long been replaced by disappointment. He suddenly thought about jeering at them to provoke them into a fight, but that would really be too shameless on his part.
"Well, fine. But next time I won't let you go so easily."
They were speaking the Western Continent's language. Hearing Sol's response, Quilt was annoyed.
"What? You think being able to see through our moves makes you invincible?"
Sol smiled.
"Why don't you try taking one of my palm strikes? If you can resist it, I'll give you fifty million mid-grade Aether Stones."
Hearing that, Quilt was at first dumbfounded, but he soon glared at Sol.
"You really think you're invincible, don't you?"
