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This time, even Ambrose chimed in, “That’s right! Our hearts shuddered at the fright. What is that thing? It rendered Wesley, a person who cares so much about his pride, to wail in pain!”

Dale, despite having been wounded by Wesley and having shameful sword cuts left on his body, could not help but sneak to the audience seats when he learned that Jack and Wesley were at the battle arena. He ignored his wounds, even though he was supposed to be tending to them, and happened to chance at the sight of their battle-one that looked like both men were even. Dale was rooted on the spot at the sight, unable to assess if what he saw was real.

He ignored the pain that stemmed from the slashes on his body, one that even plagued his mind.

this rate, Wesley might truly lose to Jack. If Jack was

the sect as well. On top of that, Wesley was a talented person, and he might even become a chosen disciple in the future. If Jack managed

ago flushed a crimson color. None of them dared say anything as the reality came as a slap to

hand for Jack to be beaten into a dead dog. At this rate, however, no one knew who would

eyes, instantly understanding

successfully become an informal disciple and even a chosen disciple. Of course, until the day Jack became a chosen disciple, the man with triangular eyes would not be able to survive in the Dual

that were hidden in his sleeves shivered unnoticeably. At

Sovereign Pavilion for a dozen days and had never been trained and groomed by the sect. Looking at the way things are now, though, he must’ve gone through something before he

said this agreed, but many were still amazed with everything that had