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.”

their comments drifted into Jack’s ears. Apart from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed to have garnered a reputation of being difficult to get along with, no

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

be lacking

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

there that there were around ten or so deacons In the Dual Sovereign Pavilion but apart from Zeph

a piece of paper from his pocket and impatiently

simple, the fighters had to join the fight out of their own volition, the fighters could not cause permanent damage nor death to 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 fighting in

fight, up to the arena with their wagers. There were a total of seven battle platforms

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