Chapter 2026


    The audience heard that familiar dull explosion as a figure came hurtling out of the center of the


    energy surge. The figure mmed against the activated energy barrier of the battle tform with an


    audible whump.


    The figure was, in fact, Wesley, and the protective barrier managed to stop him from flying out of the


    arena.


    Wesley, who was once insufferably arrogant, was rendered to such a pathetic state-he looked like


    he had just struggled out of the quagmire. He slid down the energy barrier and fell onto the ground


    with a loud thud. Dust flew all over the ce as Wesley slumped to the ground with his four limbs up


    in the air. His clothes were torn into rags.


    The dark-colored light covered Wesley like ayer of mist. Blood leaked from the corners of his


    mouth as his face contorted in sheer pain. In the previous attack, Wesley''s Seven Stars Meteor


    Cloud was no match for the Destroying the Void. After the Destroying the Void, which formed three


    soul swords, defeated the Seven Stars Meteor Cloud, the remnants of the skill struck Wesley.


    After all, the Destroying the Void was a soul attack.


    As if it was not enough that he suffered an unexpected attack, Wesley did not even know how to


    defend himself against a sottribute attack. He could not endure the attack, even though he knew


    that it was highly likely that the remaining power from Fane''s attack would damage his soul if it


    struck him.


    The audience once again fell into silence. The remaining energy quickly dispersed without the


    support of the relevant parties. After the light disappeared, Fane emerged before the crowd, albeit


    in a pitiable state as well.


    The silver sword beams left multiple slices on Fane''s clothes in their wake. His face was pale as


    paper as cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead. He had a deep frown on his face as the


    corners of his mouth slightly trembled. Despite standing upright, everyone could see that he had his


    fair share of struggles, though he seemed to fare better than Wesley, who fell straight to the ground


    with a distorted expression due to the pain he faced.


    "Oh my god! He really won! He really did it! Wesley couldn’t defeat Fane, even when they both


    executed their strongest attack at the same time? What sort of martial skill is this guy practicing?


    He''s so strong!" "His martial skill isn''t the only thing that''s strong. I''m sure the martial art technique


    he practices is a high-level one as he''s able to achieve such results. Where did this guye from?


    I heard that he doesn''t have any background. If no one''s backing him up, where did this strong


    martial skill of hise from?!"


    The prattles instantly overwhelmed the perimeter.


    Fane, meanwhile, ignored everything onlookers were saying. At this moment, it was true that he


    was not feeling well.


    Although his clothes had several cuts on them, his pale expression was not due to the Seven Stars


    Meteor Cloud. Instead, it was because his spirit energy had been dried out-hurt, even-as he


    forcefully merged the three soul swords. However, a wound on his soul of such degree was nothing


    to Fane. He was not badly wounded, and he only needed to rest for a couple of days.


    He inhaled deeply as his gaze shifted. He saw that Ambrose was about to open his mouth, to


    announce the end of this wager battle. Before he had the chance to speak, however, Fane moved


    as a small amount of true energy agitated in his body. Even though he forcefully merged the three


    soul swords and this caused his spirit energy to dry up, he had not used much of the true energy in


    his body. He had already put the ck dagger away as he rushed forward like a cannon.


    Fane got right up to Wesley, having not been too far from him, within a breath. Ambrose


    immediately realized what Fane wanted to do when he saw Fane’s action.


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    Ambrose''s face turned pale and he shouted loudly to stop Fane, but Fane was one step faster than


    Ambrose''s words. The moment he got right before Wesley, Fane silently swung his fist sharply at


    his chest.


    Wesley''s rib broke with an audible crack, one that the audience could hear. The impact from the


    attack rendered Wesley somewhat unconscious from the severe pain as he had already suffered


    from a damaged soul. He failed to see Fane flying toward him, and when he realized what had


    happened, Fane had broken his rib with a punch.


    The physical agony he felt, along with the torment his soul was haunted with, made Wesley feel like


    he was in hell.