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Meanwhile, Bradley fell into complete silence with his head hung low, seemingly to have been suppressed. Jack, on the other hand, glanced at him for a moment before he ignored Bradley entirely.

The two sides faced each other, and after over 15 minutes of silence, the tense atmosphere gradually subsided. Master Forrest was visibly worried over Bradley, fretting that Bradley might have melted under the pressure, and thus did not have the time to bother with Phoenix Valley’s representatives. His full focus was on Bradley.

Elder Maurice looked at Jack, and the latter could practically feel the pair of eyes on him. “If you have anything you want to say, just go ahead,” said Jack, mildly irked.

The agitated Elder Maurice let out a light cough and spoke, “I just can’t seem to relax. Claude and Benedict aren’t reliable. I’m worried that we’ll lose.”

gave a

Claude and Benedict were at. Almost 20 hours had passed, but no significant movement came from

that talented, what about the two from Sky Peak Pavilion? The four of them are

of them were indeed more or less the same. The contest was incredibly difficult this time, and even Bradley needed 18 hours of hard work

and nodded. “All we can do is pray that the four of them won’t succeed. If we only compete with Jack’s

of the round. Representatives from both Phoenix Valley and Sky Peak Pavilion held their breaths with their eyes glued

whether or not anyone

anxious everyone was. After over two hours, Master Forrest announced darkly, “Time is up. Bring everyone out right now. They’re to come out

front of the doors and calmly pushed them open, summoning the four that were still fighting

four of them knew that the time was up, their expressions stiffened, with only

up?” bleated Claude, sounding rather