"That skill is amazing!" Finley jumped up and down like a monkey, waving his hands to imitate the skill he saw Darren use. He bombarded Darren with tons of questions, talking a mile a minute. "Did you release your skill this way? Am I right? No? How about this way? Did you unleash your skill this way? No, no, no. It must have been something like this, maybe? Oh, it's a really powerful skill! It's fucking amazing!"
"Pfft!"
Darren couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips, losing his composure. The defender of the twelfth space was such an amusing and whimsical guy that it would be a sin if he did not start to feel high-spirited.
A few moments passed and the overall mood of their surroundings shifted. "Well, what the hell do you want to do now?" Darren asked in resignation. He wasn't quite sure what to do when faced with such a defender like Finley.
"I don't want to do anything," Finley responded, reverting back to his normal state. He pulled his brows together and cocked his head to the side. He was a little confused by Darren's question.
Realization dawned on him and he cleared his throat. "I have a good reputation but it's too hard for me to keep calm when I witness powerful skills. Sorry if I lost my manners back there." A little embarrassed, Finley tried to explain his behavior.
He then suddenly changed the subject by reverting back to the previous topic. "Well... Did you two lie together? The girl?"
"Oh, my god. Will you please not ask me about that? How about we just start the fight now? If I lose, I'll concede defeat and leave, but if I win, you'll let me enter the next space. How about that?" Darren suggested, averting the question. He didn't want to explain anything more.
"Oh, Darren. Don't be in such a hurry. Later on, I'll tell you all my weak points. However, if you are too foolish and still couldn't defeat me, I won't be able to help you anymore."
"Tell me your weak points? Why would you do that?" Darren was starting to think that Finley was a complete idiot.
"Because of you, idiot. If I don't tell you my weak points, how else could you defeat me?"
Darren snorted at that.
If he had been drinking, he would have spat out the water in response to Finley's statement.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time nor the patience to talk nonsense with you any longer." With those words, Darren immediately unleashed a sweeping attack with his sword, unwilling to waste time.
"Oh, my goodness. You should give me some time to prepare before you attack, you meathead!"
Darren was left speechless and wasn't sure how he should act—to laugh or to be annoyed. Finley had his hands covering his head; Darren's attack had swept past the defender, barely missing him directly.
"Sir, what do you want to do? Please just tell me," Darren pleaded.
"Hey, don't call me like that. I was younger than you when I came here. Guess how old I am. It's really important," Finley said, then jumped back to Darren.
"I'm not interested in that." Darren glanced at him, then turned his face aside.
Finley gave out a chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'll stop joking with you. After I tell you my glorious past, I'll see whether you still have guts to fight me." He then sat down on a nearby rock bench.
Darren breathed a quiet sigh of relief and thought that Finley had finally become serious. He turned around to follow Finley on the bench, but immediately frowned when he suddenly caught sight of the boy casually picking at his foot.
"I was a superior talent, handsome and debonair..." He then talked a lot about his glorious past, most of which were just unimportant nonsense.
However, Darren caught one key point from all of Finley's babbling—he was a superior talent!
After thinking for a while, Darren finally knew why he was familiar with the name "Finley"—he had seen the name on the ancient book that Hailey gave to him.
Using his spiritual sense, Darren took out the book from his Space Ring.
He looked up the name in the book, ignoring Finley who was still babbling on about himself.
"Seventy thousand years ago, the superior talent Finley Feng ranked third on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll. He reached the Grand Realm at fifteen years old. He refined the holy body at twenty years old and at that same year, he was taken away by a mighty power from the sky and disappeared into the void..." He stopped reading.
'The one described in the book is this boy in front of me?' Darren thought to himself.
He began to recall what the boy had said before and started to count. It was indeed tens of thousands of years ago. He could confirm that the one described in the book was undoubtedly the boy in front of him.
"Were you the superior talent who ranked third on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll seventy thousand years ago?" Darren asked.
"How do you know that? Well, to answer your question, yes... And not long after I got into the Top Three on the Sky Chart, I entered the Ancient Void Battlefield."
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