With all sorts of thoughts in mind, Ran Deng looked at the Masked Youth with increasing amusement.
This kid should be the breakthrough point of his trip.
But why had someone this powerful suddenly appeared in the Wasteland? There had been no news whatsoever before this, as though he had appeared out of thin air.
Under Ran Deng's pressure, the Masked Youth kept retreating until he vaguely positioned himself behind the God of War, trying to make the God of War share some of the burden for him.
"Sir, you and I bear neither grudge nor resentment toward each other. Isn't it inappropriate to force each other into a fight to the death the moment we meet?"
Finally, seeing that the God of War was still standing there like a wooden statue, the Masked Youth gritted his teeth and spoke helplessly.
Then—
Ran Deng froze.
If this guy had shown off his trump card, his backer, mentioned someone important, or even cursed him a few times, Ran Deng would not have been surprised.
But—
You were talking to me about bearing no grudge or resentment?
Were you crazy, or was I?
You had vital energy. I wanted vital energy. Wasn't that enough?
Everyone lived out here with their heads hanging by their belts. If I didn't like the look of you, I'd kill you.
Could you really say something like that because you were too innocent, or were you actually some clueless rookie?
But how could a clueless rookie advance to this level?
Had he been purely piled up with vital energy?
That shouldn't have been possible. In ancient times, perhaps—it was understandable then. Those big shots had descendants too. If they saw someone they liked, they could forcefully pour vital energy into them and create an expert.
Once he