Amos squinted at the guest hall in front of him.

"A battle of wits does fit the sect's habits. It'd be a lot easier for the populace to accept it, too.

"In reality, we might not be able to win through martial arts alone. That's why we can't let down our guard. Right. Who's going to challenge US tonight anyway?" "I heard Master Roben would probably show up himself," Serval said quietly. "He's the best debater in the Smalt Sect; we might just lose if he challenges US. Should we make preparations here?" Amos was in deep thought for a moment.

"No need. Since the Aenar Temple's planning to send Master Roben, all we need to do is stop him from showing up.

"Tell everyone that we won't prepare any of the monks this time.

"I'll join the battle myself.

Aenar Temple would be

him in front of the whole crowd, he wouldn't have the face to even challenge you for the throne after that!

he was instantly enraged after reminding himself of the constant suffering when

the fact that he was completely inferior to Harvey in terms of combat strength, he

the others soon

an arch with nine separate bowls with Eyed Beads inside each of them, other than Amos's seven

showed an odd gaze while he squinted at the two

as the founder of the sect after uniting

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