At the thought of this, Ambrose started to look forward to that surprised expression on Zeph’s face once he was to be released.
Fane, meanwhile, ignored the murmurs and gossip from the people around him, talking about him, and returned to his seat among the audience. He decided it would be in his interest to sit and watch the others battle as he did not have anything important to do today, more so having no more contribution points left at this moment.
When he heard that formal disciples would have a battle on the wager battle arena afterward, Brook looked at Fane with admiration as he sat, his eyes almost glued on Fane.
The corners of Fane's mouth twitched helplessly. "What are you looking at?"
Brook coughed softly with an excited look on his face. "You're very strong, Senior Brother Fane! I've really missed it when I thought that you weren't Wesley’s opponent. Who would've expected for you to hit him so badly!"
Fane raised his eyebrows helplessly and said calmly, "Didn't I tell you how I wouldn't have agreed to the battle if I wasn't confident?"
Brook was still extremely excited. "I thought that you were bragging.”
Fane was so speechless that the corners of his mouth twitched. Brook was such an honest person, and even Joel laughed so hard at Brook that his eyes narrowed into crescent moons in his laughter. "Oh, dear me! Young man, you’re so excited that you can't even control what you said. You're that bold to say whatever crosses your mind!"
Due to the fact that Fane did not immediately leave the area, the informal disciples who purposely came over to observe the fight did not leave the scene either. They were still having lively discussions and only lowered their voice because Fane was still there. Many people started looking at Fane earnestly. If Fane did not have a stern expression that kept strangers away, they would have come over to greet him. After all, Fane had a bright future.
After a period of time long enough for half a stick to burn, the remaining excitement from the previous battle began to disperse slowly. The others who participated in a wager battle today once again entered the battle platform. Brook sat at the audience seat and spoke non-stop by Fane's ears like a machine gun, and though this irked Fane, he did not stop him.
He purposely looked at where the man with triangular-eyes was at. When he looked over, the man and his companion had already disappeared.
They must have booked it because they were scared.
Fane intended to shake up the man with triangular eyes a little; that man irked Fane to no end. Fane did not have any conflict of interests with him, and he only caused trouble for Fane because he wanted to flatter Wesley.
Compared to Brook's constant chatter, Noel seemed to be far more level-headed. It was only after some time did he speak, "You held back, but I still feel that Wesley was badly wounded." Fane slightly nodded. " Aren't the rules clear? I can't cause any permanent damage, which I didn't do. I only broke his ribs and didn't heal his wounds. He’ll be alive and kicking after several months of treatment."
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