No 1 Supreme Warrior

Wesley bowed slightly to Deacon Ambrose and whispered something in his ear while pointing at Dale. Deacon Ambrose then nodded and gestured for Dale to come down with his eyes. It seemed that both Wesley and Dale had already greeted Deacon Ambrose as they stood at the opposite end of each other.

“Informal disciple, Wesley Sayer of ranking 187 and informal disciple, Dale Woodward of ranking 143 have agreed to a wager of a hundred and fifty contribution points. If Wesley Sayer wins this round, then they will swap their rankings, and if Dale Woodward wins this round, their rankings will remain unchanged,” boomed Deacon Ambrose and immediately left the battle platform.

set up with their individual protective formation to prevent the stray energy from affecting the

and Dale remained facing each other. Dale was frowning and seemed reluctant to talk smack while Wesley did not even bother to look at him but instead, was looking at Jack which

begging for mercy. One must keep one’s promises. If not, be prepared to be the laughing stock

were waiting eagerly to see

eyes away from him. However, Brook

then, a familiar voice drifted to Jack’s ears. Noel had come to the arena

Wesley was exactly what the other spectators wanted and besides, there was no point, so it was better for

use acting like a coward now.

Jack’s every effort to not roll his