“Do I… have a feud with you?” Azureclad frowned at the red-haired youth.

“What right does a piece of a trash have to form a feud with me?” The youth snorted with laughter and turned around, ignoring Azureclad.

“Ignore him, he’s not right in the head.” Purpleclad pointed at his brain with a shake of his head.

“What’s going on and why are you guys here?” Crimsonclad asked after scanning the surroundings.

“The Dragonling Ranking.” Bloodclad walked over, as expressionless as always. Instead of its previous black, his hair was now red. He was thoroughly personifying the “blood” portion of his title.

“Those of Dragonhollow Mountain think that we are the strongest one hundred half step kings of the realm. They summoned us here to prepare for the ranking...