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.

with the spirited crystals. Each battle platform had been set up with their individual protective formation to prevent

Wesley did not even bother to look at him but instead, was looking at

or beg for mercy when this fight starts. There’s no use begging for mercy. One must keep one’s promises. If not, be prepared to be the laughing stock of

mockingly. They were waiting eagerly to see the expression on Jack’s face once

Jack’s lips began to twitch. He was so fed up with Wesley’s cockiness and turned his eyes away from him. However, Brook became even more agitated at Wesley’s words as he moved around as if he was sitting

to the arena too. “Just ignore him. If not, there won’t be an end

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

no use acting like a coward now. I’ll never forgive you for what you have said to me. I’ve promised you

every effort to not roll his eyes at