Such a simple statement stunned both Morton and Gerald, their faces slammed with disbelief, and their mouths hung wide open.

Morton laughed dryly, even musing to himself that Brook might have lost his mind. Why else would Brook have said such impractical things? Jack and Wesley had already finished their wager battle, and Jack…defeated Wesley? What nonsense these were!

Despite that, the weird glances they were receiving subconsciously stopped Morton just as he was about to refute.

Jack defeat Wesley?” His expression darkened as he got a hint of something from what he

had said. None of them refuted his claim, however, and none of them

a dummy would have realized

surrounding them were looking at them as if they were dummies. They finally understood the error in their words. Morton breathed heavily as he was obviously stimulated by what happened. “Impossible! How can you be so strong? This is impossible—no way

been carried away? Where is he

to, either. However, the others knew that

lying in the guest room of Elder Sayer’s elder council with his eyes closed

fallen to the ground, badly wounded, and that guy still

they would discover that a layer of grayish-black mist floated above Elder Sayer’s right hand. If Jack was in the room, he would recognize right off the bat

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