At her master's words, Queenie did not say anything further.

Then, Sergio swaggered out of the cave. He called out mockingly to Darryl, "Shall we begin, hero of the Nine Mainland?"

"Alright!"

Darryl nodded calmly. He turned to pick up a piece of wood next to the fire. It was a stray piece of wood that Sergio had used to light the fire, a common sycamore trunk. It was a little ten centimeters wide and over two meters long.

Sergio could not help the laugh that escaped him. He said mockingly, "What's that? Trying to use a piece of wood as a crutch because you know you can't outrun me?"

Darryl's expression remained unchanged. He said lightly, "Cut the crap. Let's get to it."

Sergio smirked coldly. Without hesitation, he took off in the direction of the mountain.

Darryl walked to the stream calmly. He threw the plank of wood onto the water before leaping onto it. He adjusted his balance, turning the plank into a surfboard as he sped off in the direction of the water.

"He's brilliant