Chapter 1944


    Morton’s n was naturally inferior inparison to the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Nheless, his


    n was one of the few great ns in his city and he had been brought up with the belief that he


    was chosen one, carrying the burden of making his n proud.


    Then there was the fact that he had never faced failure before so it was no wonder he was


    extremely confident in himself. He felt he was unique and was not nurtured by the Dual Sovereign


    Pavilion only because of his age. However, he believed that once there, he would surely advance


    quickly in a short time. He would climb the metaphoricaldder and use the position of the internal


    disciple as a stepping stone. In good time, he would be promoted to an elder disciple, and then


    there’s no stopping him to be a chosen disciple.


    He might even hold important positions within the pavilion. His n would surely be proud of him


    then. That was why he was unwilling to be deemed equal to Gerald— partly because of his


    confidence and partly because of his inferiorityplex.


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    This little test was akin to an entrance exam so how dared they think he would not be able to light


    up the five lights. He had never been so humiliated before.


    Morton gave out a loud snort and turned his gaze to scan the crowd. "You all listen closely now.


    Don''t you dare use your level to judge me! I''ve already said that the sengen pill was specially


    prepared for me so don''t me me for hurting you if you all continue to talk like that."


    Immediately, the crowd went dead silent. However, he could not stop them from what they were


    thinking. There was no denying Morton was very powerful and most of the people present there


    would not be able to win in a fight against him but this did not mean that he would be able to light up


    five lights.


    Everyone had seen for themselves just how difficult it was to light up five lights. It was truly beyond


    anyone''s level. Initially, Gerald did not want to bother Morton with his illusory grandeur and


    annoying talk.


    Gerald was theplete opposite of him, he liked to get straight to the point so there was no fun in


    talking to Morton.


    However, Morton had gone overboard this time to the extent that even Gerald could not keep his


    mouth shut. He turned to face Morton and said with a mocking smile, " Why don''t you give it a rest?


    You’re making it sound as if the sengen pill is already in your possession. Am I invisible to you?"


    Mortonughed coldly and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Gerald. “Of course not but I would


    say you''re close. In my eyes, you''re only a tad bigger than a grasshopper."


    Gerald was itching to give Morton an *ss-whooping. "I would have whooped your *ss if it wasn''t for


    the rules imposed on us. Don''t you feel any shame at all? Why don''t you show us what you’re really


    made of? Who knows you might be able to change my mind," said he in a louder voice.


    Their bickering had turned white-hot and they might even really end up in a fight if the situation


    continued on the way it was. Ambrose had no choice but to step in though he must admit he was


    enjoying the show. "No fighting during the test. If the two of you want to give it a go, you should go


    to the pavilion’s battle arena after passing the test."


    It was only natural they would listen to Ambrose as the consequences of not doing so were not


    something they could afford. Both of them gave out a scoff at the same time and turned to look


    away.


    It seemed like Morton had really gotten under Gerald''s skin and thetter thought he should get this


    over with. "Who’s next? I’ll go if no one wants to go next!" It was better to prove to Morton that he


    was indeed much stronger than him than to stand there and listen to him yap away. He nned to


    shut Morton up for good—that good for nothing brat.