But under Shengmosi's almost tangible pressure, fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Shengmosi! Your rank is only a dozen or so spots higher than mine!" Harun roared, swallowing his panic and trying to buy himself a moment to breathe with his words.
"Do you really think you can take me down without getting injured? Once you get hurt fighting me and use up too much of your energy...
Aren't you afraid that the God of Slaughter will take the opportunity to come after you?! He's ranked third now, not far behind you!"
"Heh..."
Upon hearing this, Shengmosi looked as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.
He started with a low, suppressed chuckle, but the sound quickly grew louder and more uninhibited.
It echoed through the open canyon, shaking the surrounding vines until they rustled.
"HAHAHA... HAHAHA!"
He laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, one hand theatrically clutching his stomach.
