Chapter 2156
Brook covered his mouth, so scared that tears were about to fall. "Look out, Brother Fane!" he
shouted.
Suddenly, everyone saw Fane''s footsteps shrank as if the space in front of him had been slightly
distorted, and the light des all collided to the ground.
Many people were stunned. They looked nkly at Oliver and Fane, thinking ''What just happened?’
One moment Fane was about to lose his arms, but the next he was yards away from the de.
"He just used thews of space!" growled the Second Elder in a creepy, deep voice.
Not many disciples knew about it, but it was easy for the elders to recognize it when they saw it.
Right then, all the elders had a surprised look on their faces.
Fane did take a step back just now, but with thews of space, this step was equal to more than ten
yards. The few light des thought that they had found their target, so they cut straight down, not
expecting Fane to be able to dodge them, and all their power mmed toward the ground.
At this moment, even Oliver was a little stunned. He stared at Fane from behind the dazzling light,
and blurted out, "How did you do it?"
Fane was obviously unwilling to answer this question.
Wesley had a sense of deja vu. The same thing
happened when heunched his strongest attack at Fane. He was hundred percent positive his
attack had closed in on Fane, but then it seemed like a warp bubble urred, allowing Fane to pull
the distance from the attack.
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"Not this again!” roared Wesley furiously.
The informal disciples who had watched the battle between Fane and Wesley knew what was
happening. After all, Fane had used this trick before, butpared to before, it seemed that he had
more control over it this time.
Before, he was gasping for breath after using the same technique, but now he seemed rxed as if
it had not taken him much effort to use the technique. This was due to the Ancient Eclipse Dragon’s
blood he absorbed. The Ancient Eclipse Dragon possessed an innate ability to control space.
With the light flowing in his palms, Oliver punched out another series of hand seals. Immediately,
the light enveloping him converged, leaving only the dazzling ball of light on his hands. Now Oliver''s
figure was once again revealed.
His eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he was looking daggers at Fane, his hatred for him written
clearly on his face.
The disciples started whispering amongst themselves again.
"Why do I get the feeling that Brother Oliver hates
Fane? It''s true that Fane''s words can be scathing, but there''s no need to hate him to this extent
right? Don''t you find all this a bit odd?”
The person standing next to him chuckled and said, "I would hate Fane too if I were him. Think
about it;
Fane is just an informal disciple, and what are informal disciples to us? Something worse than
trash. In fact, we have always treated them as runner disciples instead of informal disciples."