"You are not only lacking in anything resembling class but also are devoid of any brains."
"Big talk for someone who just lost to said brainless person," Elian retorted.
Deeper raised his chin and scoffed. "Tsk. This is why I abhor dealing with low-ranked crucible species." But then he placed his hands on his hips and made an exhaling gesture.
"I guess the legacy dictates that one should educate those who are stupider."
"Look, you arrogant piece of—"
"You became what you are from a potion, did you not? One most probably created by an Alchemist. Considering your overflowing desire to copulate like beasts, the Alchemist would have been the Psychomancer over there," Deeper theorized.
Elian couldn't help but close his mouth and clench his jaw. His current opponent had an Intelligence stat of S; he already expected him to be smart.
