The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2013

There was no way Wesley, with his fiery temper, would let Fane off the hook so easily. Even beating him up would not assuage his anger. However, Deacon Ambrose and Fane were not really that close with each other so he chose not to speak up for Fane and continued to observe from the sidelines.

The crowd's comments continuously streamed into his ear and their unfounded speculations made him speechless. No matter how unwilling he was to defend himself, he was left with no choice but to speak up for himself in order to stop things from progressing the way they were.

"Can you just shut up for a bit? You’re getting hysterical," he said to the man with triangular eyes. Then, he focused his attention on Wesley, who was looking at him with an eyebrow raised a provoking smile.

Fane did not really care about what Wesley was thinking. "Let me ask you again— what’s your wager?"

Wesley narrowed his eyes. He agreed with what the man with triangular eyes said; offering up a wager meant that he thought Fane had a winning chance against him. He really looked down on the trash disciples who got into the Dual Sovereign Pavilion through unusual means. Fane would never even have the chance to step into the Dual Sovereign Pavilion if it were not for the impending war between the Clan associations. Therefore, he did not deserve to hold the same position as him

However, since Fane already asked, it would be unbecoming of him to not answer. He smiled mockingly and said,' Although you're not worthy enough for me to offer a wager, I'll still do it because crippling you is the most important thing right now."

Deacon Ambrose coughed lightly and said,' The rules of the battle are clear-no permanent damage or crippling during the battle."

Wesley simply nodded at him but it was obvious he did not take what Deacon Ambrose said to heart by the way he was raising his eyebrow. Wesley’s words had spurred the crowd to be more spirited.

They wondered if he was really going to cripple Fane but if he really did that, he would be punished! However, maybe he was willing to risk it all to teach Fane a lesson. They all knew he would be fine as long as he did not cause permanent damage to Fane. After all, he could always turn to Elder Sayer for help.

Everyone turned to look at Fane with slight pity in their eyes. They were all imagining how Fane would end up crippled by Wesley. Some of them were even shaking their heads and the comments got louder.

Fane was completely speechless. "Would it kill you to just answer my question? What does all this have to do with ego? I'm only asking you about your wager!" He did not care what Wesley was feeling. He only wished to settle the wager as soon as possible.

Wesley's anger flared up again and his expression became rigid upon hearing what Fane said. His hawk-like eyes stared fixedly at Fane. "You really sound like you can't wait to die! Fine, let's have it your way and to make it worth your while—I'll let you decide what my wager is going to be." Fane raised his eyebrow and in a calm and slow manner said, "Since you don't have an individual room, how about you offer up a wager of one hundred and fifty contribution points and two soulpenetrating pills?"