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.”

ears. Apart from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed to have garnered a reputation of being

at the viewing platform, he glanced at Wesley for a second and immediately went to sit down at an

Brother Dale seems to be lacking in

very carefree. Even their confidence level was at odds with each other. Jack hoped that Dale would be able to come out as the winner of this

was none other than Jack’s old friend-Ambrose Adams. Jack knew from his time there that there were around ten or so deacons In the Dual Sovereign Pavilion but apart from Zeph and Ambrose,

from his pocket and impatiently tried to smooth it out. Then, he read from the paper. At first, Jack thought it was something important but realized it was

death to each other, and the wager could not be too high with the maximum contribution points capped at a hundred and

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 by his smiley face. He’s the stingiest person I’ve ever known and the others call him