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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.

Wesley might truly lose to Jack. If Jack was capable of that, this would no

being on a different level, and he had just joined 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 to defeat Wesley,

tongue, while the subordinates that flattered Wesley just moments ago flushed a crimson color. None of them dared say

badly, and it even sounded like Wesley only had to move his hand for Jack to be beaten into a dead dog. At this rate, however, no

his eyes, instantly understanding something. Even if Jack failed to

eyes would not be able to

hands that were hidden in his sleeves shivered unnoticeably. At this moment, gossip and debates were heard across the entire audience

Looking at the way things are now, though, he must’ve

the person who said this agreed, but