Chapter 2002


    ''I''ve been looking forward to this fight for the longest time. They have always been at odds with


    each other with both of them wanting to step on each other''s heads. It''s only natural that Brother


    Dale doesn''t want to give Brother Wesley a chance to find faults with him."


    "To be honest, I don''t think Brother Wesley is on good terms with a lot of other brothers here."


    "There''s no doubt about that. He has always looked down on those whose power is beneath him.


    Why, just a few days ago, he totally ignored me when I greeted him! It was then that I find the


    rumors about his personality to be true."


    All theirments drifted into Fane''s ears. Apart from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed to


    have garnered a reputation of being difficult to get along with, no doubt due to his arrogance.


    As soon as Dale arrived at the viewing tform, he nced at Wesley for a second and


    immediately went to sit down at an area furthest from Wesley. It looked like the rumor of them being


    at odds with each other was true.


    "I feel like Brother Dale seems to becking in confidence," said Brook with a slightly raised brow.


    Fane nodded. Dale''s expression was a little grim and on the contrary, Wesley seemed very


    carefree. Even their confidence level was at odds with each other. Fane hoped that Dale would be


    able toe out as the winner of this fight.


    The host of today''s fight was none other than Fane’s old friend-Ambrose Adams. Fane knew from


    his time there that there were around ten or so deacons in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion but apart


    from Zeph and Ambrose, he had note across the others.


    Today, there was something sorrowful about Deacon Ambrose''s expression as if he had not been


    getting enough sleep. After stepping into the arena, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket


    and impatiently tried to smooth it out. Then, he read from the paper. At first, Fane thought it was


    something important but realized it was only the rules for the fight.


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    The rules were simple, the fighters had to join the fight out of their own volition, the fighters could


    not cause permanent damage nor death to each other, and the wager could not be too high with the


    maximum contribution points capped at a hundred and fifty. This was to prevent the fighters from


    getting addicted to fighting in the wager battle arena.


    After reading out all the rules, Deacon Ambrose announced the start of the fight with a wave of his


    hand and invited all the disciples who wanted to join the fight, up to the arena with their wagers.


    There were a total of seven battle tforms and it was impossible for Deacon Ambrose to preside


    over them all therefore he had brought along with him a few minor stewards.


    Brook pulled on Fane''s sleeves and pointed at the chubby minor steward. "That''s Steward Fleming.


    He’s Deacon Ambrose''s best assistant. Don''t be fooled by his smiley face He’s the stingiest person


    I''ve ever known and the others call him Iron Rooster.”


    Steward Fleming was so chubby that his


    facial features were all squished together, and it was true that he was always sporting a smile.


    However, after that little introduction by Brook, Fane made a mental note to himself to be wary of


    Steward Fleming.


    There were many contestants in other battle tforms since every disciple must join a fight once a


    month, though the most popr fight today had got to be the fight between Dale and Wesley.


    Wesley seemed to be impatient to get the fight started. He shot up from his seat as soon as the


    announcement to begin was made. He shook away the non-existent dust on his body and made his


    way purposefully to the centremost battle tform.