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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.

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

of them heard what Brook had said. None of them refuted his claim, however, and none of them gave him odd stares. This meant that Brook

would have

and Gerald subconsciously gulped as they looked at Jack in a different light. They finally understood why the people 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

has been carried away? Where

off to, either. However, the others knew that Wesley would be brought to the elder council

room of Elder Sayer’s elder council with his eyes

with triangular eyes knelt on the wooden floor beside the bed, visibly distraught. “Elder Sayer, you need to get justice for Senior Brother Wesley! That guy has taken it too far. Senior Brother Wesley has already fallen to the ground, badly wounded, and that guy still followed up with a punch, not holding back! He subjected Senior Brother Wesley to suffer from four broken ribs, which worsened Senior Brother Wesley’s already grave wounds!

stretched out his right hand, and if they looked carefully, 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