The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2003

Wesley bowed slightly to Deacon Ambrose and whispered something in his ear while pointing at Dale. Deacon Ambrose then nodded and gestured for Dale to come down with his eyes. It seemed that both Wesley and Dale had already greeted Deacon Ambrose as they stood at the opposite end of each other.

"Informal disciple, Wesley Sayer of ranking 187 and informal disciple, Dale Woodward of ranking 143 have agreed to a wager of a hundred and fifty contribution points. If Wesley Sayer wins this round, then they will swap their rankings, and if Dale Woodward wins this round, their rankings will remain unchanged," boomed Deacon Ambrose and immediately left the battle platform.

He then activated the protective formation with the spirited crystals. Each battle platform had been set up with their individual protective formation to prevent the stray energy from affecting the spectators.

Wesley and Dale remained facing each other. Dale was frowning and seemed reluctant to talk smack while Wesley did not even bother to look at him but instead, was looking at Fane which caused the other spectators to do the same. Fane was a little rendered speechless by this.

"Someone better not try to escape or beg for mercy when this fight starts. There's no use begging for mercy. One must keep one's promises. If not, be prepared to be the laughing stock of everyone,” said Wesley with his chin held high.

Everyone who heard this knew that Wesley

was directing his words at Fane, and not Dale. They started to laugh and looked at Fane mockingly. They were waiting eagerly to see the expression on Fane's face once Wesley displayed his true power and was wondering if Fane would still be able to remain as calm.

The corner of Fane's lips began to twitch. He was so fed up with Wesley's cockiness and turned his eyes away from him.

However, Brook became even more agitated at Wesley’s words as he moved around as if he was sitting on coals.

Just then, a familiar voice drifted to Fane's ears. Noel had come to the arena too. "Just ignore him. If not, there won't be an end to it.”

Fane nodded. Arguing with Wesley was exactly what the other spectators wanted and besides, there was no point, so it was

better for him to keep his mouth shut.

However, Wesley misinterpreted this kind of behavior as cowardice. He laughed and in a pompous tone said, "There's no use acting like a coward now. I'll never forgive you for what you have said to me. I've promised you that you’ll pay for behaving disrespectfully toward me!"

It took Fane's every effort to not roll his eyes at Wesley.

"Hey, Wesley! I'm the person you're fighting now. Quit your yapping and don’t waste my time. Let's begin the fight now!" shouted Dale impatiently with a frown.

Wesley smirked. He was not angered by Dale's words at all. He calmly wiped his hand against the thin air and instantly a sword measuring three feet appeared in his palm.