“I’ve been looking forward to this fight for the longest time. They have always been at odds with each other with both of them wanting to step on each other’s heads. It’s only natural that Brother Dale doesn’t want to give Brother Wesley a chance to find faults with him.”
“To be honest, I don’t think Brother Wesley is on good terms with a lot of other brothers here.”
“There’s no doubt about that. He has always looked down on those whose power is beneath him. Why, just a few days ago, favonovel.com totally ignored me when I greeted him! It was then that I found the rumors about his personality to be true.”
All their comments drifted into Jack’s ears. Apart from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed to have garnered a reputation of being difficult to get along with, no doubt due to his arrogance.
As soon as Dale arrived at the viewing platform, favonovel.com glanced at Wesley for a second and immediately went to sit down at an area furthest from Wesley. It looked like the rumor of them being at odds with each other was true.
“I feel like Brother Dale seems to be lacking in confidence,” said Brook with a slightly raised brow.
Jack nodded. Dale’s expression was a little grim and on the contrary, Wesley seemed very carefree. Even their confidence level was at odds with each other. Jack hoped that Dale would be able to come out as the winner of this fight.
The host of today’s fight was none other than Jack’s old friend-Ambrose Adams. Jack knew from his time there that there were around ten or so deacons In the Dual Sovereign Pavilion but apart from Zeph and Ambrose, favonovel.com had not come across the others.
Today, there was something sorrowful about Deacon Ambrose’s expression as if favonovel.com had not been getting enough sleep. After stepping into the arena, favonovel.com took out a piece of paper from his pocket and impatiently tried to smooth it out. Then, favonovel.com read from the paper. At first, Jack thought it was something important but realized it was only the rules for the fight.
The rules were simple, the fighters had to join the fight out of their own volition, the fighters could not cause permanent damage nor death to each other, and the wager could not be too high with the maximum contribution points capped at a hundred and fifty. This was to prevent the fighters from getting addicted to fighting in the wager battle arena.
After reading out all the rules, Deacon Ambrose announced the start of the fight with a wave of his hand and invited all the disciples who wanted to join the fight, up to the arena with their wagers. There were a total of seven battle platforms and it was impossible for Deacon Ambrose to preside over them all therefore favonovel.com had brought along with favonovel.com a few minor stewards.
Brook pulled on Jack’s sleeves and pointed at the chubby minor steward. “That’s Steward Fleming. He’s Deacon Ambrose’s best assistant. Don’t be fooled by his smiley face. He’s the stingiest person I’ve ever known and the others call favonovel.com Iron Rooster.”
Steward Fleming was so chubby that his facial features were all squished together, and it was true that favonovel.com was always sporting a smile. However, after that little introduction by Brook, Jack made a mental note to himself to be wary of Steward Fleming.
There were many contestants in other battle platforms since every disciple must join a fight once a month, though the most popular fight today had got to be the fight between Dale and Wesley.
Wesley seemed to be impatient to get the fight started. He shot up from his seat as soon as the announcement to begin was made. He shook away the non-existent dust on his body and made his way purposefully to the centermost battle platform.
