Chapter 1998
Observing a fight could let one understand the other disciples'' strength and also increase one''s fight
experience. Although Wesley''s current ranking was only 187, the fact that he had only been there
for a short time and also had the backing of Elder Sayer made him a celebrity. He would surely rise
up to the top ten ranking in no time.
Even the informal disciples in the top fifty ranking did not have as much fame as Wesley because
most of them got to where they were through long training hours and increased their strength little
by little.
What they did had was more perseverance than talent and Wesley had both in abundance.
Therefore, it was not surprising his fight with Dale had attracted
the attention of many informal disciples.
Wesley, being the main character of today''s story, was sitting at the viewing tform with a bunch of
suck-ups around him. These suck-ups wanted to win over Wesley’s hearts, and their words seemed
to be smeared with honey, as they piled on praises upon praises on him. Wesley, of course, was
enjoying it. He was sitting with his eyes closed and a faint curl of his lips as they heaped on the
praises upon him.
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The man with triangr eyes was one of the suck-ups. "Although Brother Dale’s is strong, his talent
is nothingpared to yours. Your talent if ced in Dual Sovereign Pavilion, nay, even in all of the
other third-graded n associations, woulde out the top amongst all of the other informal
disciples. I''m sure Elder Sayer will definitely recruit you as his chosen disciple and that you''ll surely
rise up the levels like a rocket by then."
"Yeah! Even the top ten informal disciples here nodded their heads in recognition of your talents.
You''ll surelye out the victor in today’s fight and in no time at all, you might even be able to fight
against the top fifty informal disciples. Then, it''s a oneway street for you to be a formal
disciple."
Wesley raised his eyebrow. On the surface, he declined to give ament to all of the praises but
in his heart, he epted their words wholly. He never once thought his talent was inferior to anyone
else. The chosen disciples, maybe, but definitely not the other informal disciples, even those in the
top ten. He felt that his cultivation time was still short, and if it was the same as their cultivation time,
they would definitely be trampled under his feet. Just when the ttery was about to reach its
climax, they suddenly heard one low exmation after another which made Wesley and the others
look toward the direction of the cause, only to see a few wide-eyed informal disciples chatting with
each other in an excited voice.
"Oh my god, I can''t believe Brother Duncan is here! He has actuallye out of his meditation
retreat! I seem to recall he had been there for three months as he had been in the retreat ever since
he had beaten the third-ranked informal disciple and thus bing the third rank himself! He might
even be stronger than the first ranked informal disciple now that he hadpleted his three-months
long retreat!”
"Yeah! He’ll surely challenge the formal disciples after bing the number one informal disciple.
His talent is truly abominable. I remember he joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion at the same time
as Brother Wesley and it didn''t take him long to break through to the intermediate level of the innate
stage. I can''t believe he''s even stronger now. Comparing myself to him makes me a sad potato."
These words drifted into Wesley''s ear and he felt as if he had received a p to the face which
shattered all of his previous enjoyment of ttery. If he had to choose who was his biggest rival in
this lifetime, then it would no doubt be Duncan Pierpoint. He joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion at
the same time as Duncan Pierpoint and yet had always been suppressed by him. He could only
watch with vehemence as Duncan surpassed him time after time. The thought of Duncan bing
third-ranked anding out stronger after his meditation retreat made his heart twist with rage.