Chapter 2013


    There was no way Wesley, with his fiery temper, would let Fane off the hook so easily. Even beating


    him up would not assuage his anger. However, Deacon Ambrose and Fane were not really that


    close with each other so he chose not to speak up for Fane and continued to observe from the


    sidelines.


    The crowd''sments continuously streamed into his ear and their unfounded spections made


    him speechless. No matter how unwilling he was to defend himself, he was left with no choice but to


    speak up for himself in order to stop things from progressing the way they were.


    "Can you just shut up for a bit? You’re getting hysterical," he said to the man with triangr eyes.


    Then, he focused his attention on Wesley, who was looking at him with an eyebrow raised a


    provoking smile.


    Fane did not really care about what Wesley was thinking. "Let me ask you again— what’s your


    wager?"


    Wesley narrowed his eyes. He agreed with what the man with triangr eyes said; offering up a


    wager meant that he thought Fane had a winning chance against him. He really looked down on the


    trash disciples who got into the Dual Sovereign Pavilion through unusual means. Fane would never


    even have the chance to step into the Dual Sovereign Pavilion if it were not for the impending war


    between the n associations. Therefore, he did not deserve to hold the same position as him


    However, since Fane already asked, it would be unbing of him to not answer. He smiled


    mockingly and said,'' Although you''re not worthy enough for me to offer a wager, I''ll still do it


    because crippling you is the most important thing right now."


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    Deacon Ambrose coughed lightly and said,'' The rules of the battle are clear-no permanent damage


    or crippling during the battle."


    Wesley simply nodded at him but it was obvious he did not take what Deacon Ambrose said to heart


    by the way he was raising his eyebrow. Wesley’s words had spurred the crowd to be more spirited.


    They wondered if he was really going to cripple Fane but if he really did that, he would be punished!


    However, maybe he was willing to risk it all to teach Fane a lesson. They all knew he would be fine


    as long as he did not cause permanent damage to Fane. After all, he could always turn to Elder


    Sayer for help.


    Everyone turned to look at Fane with slight pity in their eyes. They were all imagining how Fane


    would end up crippled by Wesley. Some of them were even shaking their heads and thements


    got louder.


    Fane waspletely speechless. "Would it kill you to just answer my question? What does all this


    have to do with ego? I''m only asking you about your wager!" He did not care what Wesley was


    feeling. He only wished to settle the wager as soon as possible.


    Wesley''s anger red up again and his expression became rigid upon hearing what Fane said. His


    hawk-like eyes stared fixedly at Fane. "You really sound like you can''t wait to die! Fine, let''s have it


    your way and to make it worth your while—I''ll let you decide what my wager is going to be." Fane


    raised his eyebrow and in a calm and slow manner said, "Since you don''t have an individual room,


    how about you offer up a wager of one hundred and fifty contribution points and two soulprating


    pills?"