No 1 Supreme Warrior

“I’ve been looking forward to this fight for the longest time. They have always been at odds with each other with both of them wanting to step on each other’s heads. It’s only natural that Brother Dale doesn’t want to give Brother Wesley a chance to find faults with him.”

“To be honest, I don’t think Brother Wesley is on good terms with a lot of other brothers here.”

“There’s no doubt about that. He has always looked down on those whose power is beneath him. Why, just a few days ago, he totally ignored me when I greeted him! It was then that I found the rumors about his personality to be true.”

from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed to have garnered a reputation of being difficult to get along with, no doubt

second and immediately went to sit down at an area furthest from Wesley. It looked

to be lacking in confidence,” said Brook with a slightly raised

expression was a little grim and on the contrary, Wesley seemed very carefree. Even their confidence level was at odds with each other. Jack hoped

knew from his time there that there were around ten

into the arena, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and

each other, and the wager could not be too high with the maximum contribution points capped at a hundred and fifty. This was to prevent the fighters from getting addicted to

announced the start of the fight with a wave of his hand and invited all the disciples who wanted to join the fight, up to the arena with their wagers. There were a total of seven battle platforms and it was impossible for Deacon Ambrose to preside over them all therefore he had brought

Jack’s sleeves and pointed at the chubby minor steward. “That’s Steward Fleming. He’s Deacon Ambrose’s best assistant. Don’t be fooled