Watching Daniel surpass the two ahead, the three supreme-grade warriors at the foot of the mountain were shocked.
"Am I seeing things? That kid actually overtook Harris?"
"Impossible… he even left Jonas behind!"
"My heavens… what is he? He's already climbed nearly two-thirds of the way up!"
"From the looks of it, there's no way the three of us can catch him."
The three supreme-grade warriors exchanged glances, a deep sense of helplessness flashing in their eyes.
Even reaching Jonas's position was impossible for them, let alone catching Faustus.
It was a fool's dream.
"Heh, isn't that Jonas?"
"Weren't you dominating the mid-grade battlefield? Then why don't you go chase Faustus!"
Kiroli mocked with a sharp remark.
Jonas cast a glance at the foot of the mountain, his expression grim.
"If you provoke me, none of you will return alive."
Then he turned his gaze back toward Daniel—and unexpectedly smiled.
"Harris has no hope of reaching the summit. Faustus, huh?"
