When Punk arrived at the coordinates released by the "Guild Leader," Kane, who had no idea how long he had been waiting there, was already sitting cross-legged on the pristine white energy floor, bored out of his mind as he tossed and caught a dagger. Upon seeing the caster step out of the portal, the mad knight's "welcome" was as exaggerated and bizarre as ever.
He sprang to his feet, used exquisite battle aura control to release a dazzling burst of golden fireworks, and loudly announced:
"Wow, wow, look who's here! Isn't this our super-famous Punk Saiyan? What wind blew this respectable gentleman over here? Never mind that, hurry up and admire this long string of gorgeous, perfect titles of his—'the Silent Alliance's most promising rising star'? 'A cold-blooded killer with no humanity'? 'A crazed mage with outrageous audacity'... I think he could add one more title to that list! What do you think of 'Mr. Trouble, Who Has to Stick His Nose into Everything'?"
The sort of person who sneered at others and could not stand seeing anyone surpass him was exactly the sort of lowbrow Evil alignment fellow Kane was. Even after entering the Morningstar tier, he had not changed that flamboyant personality of always comparing himself to others, then flying into a rage whenever he lost.
Driven by such a vile temperament and undisguised jealousy, it was perfectly ordinary "daily behavior" for him to mock the Morningstar Mage who was always ahead of him the instant they met. It would have been surprising if that golden, chatterbox fool ever shut up for even a moment.
After all, the two Morningstar powerhouses who had been semi-hostile since their apprentice days had met again. Punk's Level Forty-Two class level and Kane's Level Forty class level made the gap between