Female Novel
Chapter 2002
'I've been looking forward to this fight for the longest time. They have always been at odds witheach other with both of them wanting to step on each other's heads. It's only natural that BrotherDale 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, he totally ignored me when I greeted him! It was then that I find therumors about his personality to be true."
All their comments drifted into Fane's ears. Apart from his posse of suck-ups, Wesley seemed tohave 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, he glanced at Wesley for a second andimmediately went to sit down at an area furthest from Wesley. It looked like the rumor of them beingat odds with each other was true.
"I feel like Brother Dale seems to be lacking in confidence," said Brook with a slightly raised brow.
Fane nodded. Dale's expression was a little grim and on the contrary, Wesley seemed verycarefree. Even their confidence level was at odds with each other. Fane hoped that Dale would beable to come out as the winner of this fight.
The host of today's fight was none other than Fane’s old friend-Ambrose Adams. Fane knew fromhis time there that there were around ten or so deacons in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion but apartfrom Zeph and Ambrose, he had not come across the others.
Today, there was something sorrowful about Deacon Ambrose's expression as if he had not beengetting enough sleep. After stepping into the arena, he took out a piece of paper from his pocketnovelbin
and impatiently tried to smooth it out. Then, he read from the paper. At first, Fane thought it wassomething 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 couldnot cause permanent damage nor death to each other, and the wager could not be too high with themaximum contribution points capped at a hundred and fifty. This was to prevent the fighters fromgetting 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 hishand 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 presideover them all therefore he had brought along with him a few minor stewards.
Brook pulled on Fane'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 personI've ever known and the others call him Iron Rooster.”
Steward Fleming was so chubby that his
facial features were all squished together, and it was true that he was always sporting a smile.However, after that little introduction by Brook, Fane made a mental note to himself to be wary ofSteward Fleming.
There were many contestants in other battle platforms since every disciple must join a fight once amonth, 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 theannouncement to begin was made. He shook away the non-existent dust on his body and made hisway purposefully to the centremost battle platform.