"Duncan, no matter what your identity is, the competition is ultimately about your own strength."
"You used the name of your clan to intimidate others. Can I assume that you only know how to use your power to oppress others, and that your own strength is mediocre?"
Just as Duncan was about to return to his seat, a voice came from not far away.
Lugh and the others could not help but look sideways. They realized that the person who spoke was a fatty with green tattoos on his face.
The fatty's appearance was somewhat similar to the village chief of the ardent path village, Toran. Moreover, both of their faces had green tattoos on them. It was likely that the fatty and Toran were related by blood.
"Interesting." The feminine man did not react to the fatty's words. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sinister and demonic smile.