Hearing Kuize's icy assessment—and the old name of that former nemesis brought up once more—Mikun's facial features lurking within the train instantly darkened beyond measure.
"You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?"
The Divine Relic Train coiled and circled like a colossal serpent, swiftly enclosing Kuize on all sides as Mikun questioned him in a low voice that suppressed his rage:
"You think there's no chance of winning if this drags on, so you intend to lure me out for a head-on confrontation?"
Looking up at the Divine Relic Train's terrifying form that blotted out the sky, Kuize gave a faint smile before speaking calmly:
"Think whatever you like. I'm merely stating the facts."
"Mikun, search your conscience."
"With the methods you just displayed, do you truly think they can let you rule supreme in this world?"
"The present-day Holy Light and Abyss, and the Serfoshe of old."
"Do you really think none of them can crack that turtle shell of yours?"
Mikun fell silent at once.
Kuize then gave an answer brimming with contempt.
"Stop daydreaming."
"You might be able to gain a few advantages against me. You might be able to slaughter your way through the ranks of Apex Hunters and Prime Knights."
"But that is all."
"With what you have now, you simply aren't qualified to keep moving forward."
"Holy Light, Abyss, Serfoshe."
"You are still far, far from being their match."
As Kuize's words fell, Mikun burst into laughter.
"Ha—"
"Hahahaha—"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA------!"
The laughter echoed between heaven and earth. It carried a complex mixture of emotions—rage and resentment, but even more mockery and smug delight.
"Kuize, I never expected you to hold me in such high regard. I'm truly flattered."
Mikun laughed aloud with a sigh.
"However, I have to admit, that assessment hit the