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Amos squinted at the guest hall in front of him.

"A battle of wits does fit the sect's habits. It'd be a lot easier for the populace to accept it, too.

"In reality, we might not be able to win through martial arts alone. That's why we can't let down our guard. Right. Who's going to challenge US tonight anyway?" "I heard Master Roben would probably show up himself," Serval said quietly. "He's the best debater in the Smalt Sect; we might just lose if he challenges US. Should we make preparations here?" Amos was in deep thought for a moment.

"No need. Since the Aenar Temple's planning to send Master Roben, all we need to do is stop him from showing up.

"Tell everyone that we won't prepare any of the monks this time.

"I'll join the battle myself.

to take advantage of a junior, Aenar Temple would be humiliated

to send anyone but Stefan with this plan. "Since Stefan's nothing but ordinary, he'd be no match against you! the "If you embarrass him in front of the whole crowd, he wouldn't have the face to even challenge you for the throne after

planned out, but he was instantly enraged after reminding

Harvey in terms of combat strength,

others soon entered the

them, other than Amos's seven beads, even the extremely important One-Eyed

gaze while he squinted at the two

rumors, he'd be able to reincarnate as the founder of the sect after uniting the Nine Eyed Beads. His position would