No matter how willful Wesley was, he could not hold back his scream.
After seeing what happened, Ambrose instantly turned pale. "Stop! I declare that the battle is over! You've won now, Fane, so stop what you're doing!"
Ambrose could not just watch as Fane's attack crushed Wesley entirely. Although Fane's previous punch broke Wesley's ribs, it did not cause more fatal injuries. Cold sweat dripped down Ambrose's forehead as he feared Fane would continue his assault, even if Fane listened to him. After all, the animosity between Fane and Wesley ran deep, and Wesley even insisted on crippling Fane before the battle.
Fane was not someone who would just
forgive and forget. He was also impressively talented and did not place much importance on the fact that Wesley came from an important family.
Surprisingly, Fane stopped attacking after hearing Ambrose's declaration and slowly stood up from the floor. He did not turn around to look toward the audience seats and instead glanced at Wesley, much to the audience's surprise. He chuckled softly and said calmly, "Now, do you understand why I asked you to make those bets?"
Although Wesley was in so much pain that he was losing his sensibility, he heard what Fane had said. His words triggered Wesley so badly, more so than the pain on his body. He struggled to open his eyes and glared at Fane murderously. He coughed violently as blood and some of his internal organs spewed from the corners of his mouth. Despite better judgment, he growled, "I will kill you!"
Wesley’s anger nearly demented him. It felt like he was utterly humiliated without Fane saying anything, let alone since Fane decided to tell him why he agreed to the bet so calmly. Wesley finally understood why Fane behaved in such a way in front of everyone, even though they previously looked down on him.
After all, no one believed that Fane could defeat Wesley and thought that Fane had given up.
Even the only deacon there also thought so, but the tables have turned against them, making them look like a joke instead. What Fane said had acted as a reminder to the others, and they finally realized why Fane insisted for Wesley to make the bet from the beginning.
Everyone, during the time they were deciding on the final bet, looked at Fane as though he was a jumping clown, but with everything that had happened, the audience felt their face burning in pain. Even Brook and Noel, who sided with Fane, were also speechless.
"You wish to kill me? Sure, just tell me when. With your current strength, however, I'll be so far ahead of you after another ten years of training."
Everyone would have laughed at Fane had he said this at the beginning of the match, but not at this moment. They were all exceptionally quiet as what Fane said was the truth. Fane had the ability to challenge Wesley from a lower level. If he was given more time to train, he would be very far ahead of Wesley without a doubt.
Wesley could not just simply accept such things, but it was the truth, even if he did not want to accept it. Wesley's face turned purple from anger and looked like an old man on the verge of death.
Fane raised his brows, disinterested in talking to Wesley. How he wished Wesley would have died on the spot in his anger, but that would not happen. At that moment, Ambrose had closed the protective shield as runner disciples waiting down the arena rushed toward Fane and Wesley.
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