"Are you planning to face me alone this time?"
At this moment, Hartfus had already undone his robe, baring his upper body.
What was revealed was a series of robust muscles, gleaming like steel.
On top of them was a sun emblem tattooed across his chest.
Looking at Hartfus, Kane sat down on the spot, and a mechanical throne made of iron appeared beneath him.
Due to the Realm of Dustlessness beside Hartfus, this thing was immediately transformed into reality.
Kane sat there, resting his head on his hand.
"It's not just me; I've grown tired of playing with you. It's time for a newcomer to join the fray."
After hearing Kane's words and observing Kane's actions, Hartfus wasn't angered; instead, he curiously asked.
"Are you trying to provoke me? Or are you stalling for time to help your teammates seize an advantage more quickly?"
Kane shook his head and replied nonchalantly.
"We've been battling each other for over a decade now; we can be considered old acquaintances."
