Chapter 2003


    Wesley bowed slightly to Deacon Ambrose and whispered something in his ear while pointing at


    Dale. Deacon Ambrose then nodded and gestured for Dale toe down with his eyes. It seemed


    that both Wesley and Dale had already greeted Deacon Ambrose as they stood at the opposite end


    of each other.


    "Informal disciple, Wesley Sayer of ranking 187 and informal disciple, Dale Woodward of ranking


    143 have agreed to a wager of a hundred and fifty contribution points. If Wesley Sayer wins this


    round, then they will swap their rankings, and if Dale Woodward wins this round, their rankings will


    remain unchanged," boomed Deacon Ambrose and immediately left the battle tform.


    He then activated the protective formation with the spirited crystals. Each battle tform had been


    set up with their individual protective formation to prevent the stray energy from affecting the


    spectators.


    Wesley and Dale remained facing each other. Dale was frowning and seemed reluctant to talk


    smack while Wesley did not even bother to look at him but instead, was looking at Fane which


    caused the other spectators to do the same. Fane was a little rendered speechless by this.


    "Someone better not try to escape or beg for mercy when this fight starts. There''s no use begging


    for mercy. One must keep one''s promises. If not, be prepared to be theughing stock of everyone,”


    said Wesley with his chin held high.


    Everyone who heard this knew that Wesley


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    was directing his words at Fane, and not Dale. They started tough and looked at Fane mockingly.


    They were waiting eagerly to see the expression on Fane''s face once Wesley disyed his true


    power and was wondering if Fane would still be able to remain as calm.


    The corner of Fane''s lips began to twitch. He was so fed up with Wesley''s cockiness and turned his


    eyes away from him.


    However, Brook became even more agitated at Wesley’s words as he moved around as if he was


    sitting on coals.


    Just then, a familiar voice drifted to Fane''s ears. Noel hade to the arena too. "Just ignore him.


    If not, there won''t be an end to it.”


    Fane nodded. Arguing with Wesley was exactly what the other spectators wanted and besides,


    there was no point, so it was


    better for him to keep his mouth shut.


    However, Wesley misinterpreted this kind of behavior as cowardice. Heughed and in a pompous


    tone said, "There''s no use acting like a coward now. I''ll never forgive you for what you have said to


    me. I''ve promised you that you’ll pay for behaving disrespectfully toward me!"


    It took Fane''s every effort to not roll his eyes at Wesley.


    "Hey, Wesley! I''m the person you''re fighting now. Quit your yapping and don’t waste my time. Let''s


    begin the fight now!" shouted Dale impatiently with a frown.


    Wesley smirked. He was not angered by Dale''s words at all. He calmly wiped his hand against the


    thin air and instantly a sword measuring three feet appeared in his palm.