"Why do you think Gresham was so against Oliver joining? It's all because he knew that Oliver was stronger than him."
"You’re right. Even he doesn't want to fight head-on with Oliver so where does Fane get the idea that he can win against him?"
"All I can say is ignorance is bliss."
The surrounding discussion was endless. The louder the conversation, the darker the faces of Noel and Brook became. The two of them were really worried about Fane, but they dared not say anything at this time.
Fane had a close relationship with the two of them, and everyone knew that they were friends. If the two of them said something at this time, they would immediately become the target of everyone's attack.
The informal disciple was much quieter than those of the formal disciple because Fane's reputation was famous among his own peers, and they knew Fane to be very talented.
After all, Fane defeated Wesley as a newly recruited informal disciple. This was something most of them could not do. Even so, they did not think Fane could beat Oliver. However, they did not wish to dwell on the matter.
Oliver stood on the westernmost side of the battle platform. The spring breeze blew on his robe. With his hands folded behind his back, Oliver looked like a prince. The only thing he lacked now was a folding fan.
Compared to his appearance of strolling leisurely in a courtyard, Fane looked ordinary and plain. He just stood there quietly, without any movement or expression, as if the battle that was about to take place was just as normal as sitting down for lunch.
The more indifferent Fane was, the more irritated Oliver became. "Boy, I am not someone who does things half-heartedly. Your previous behaviors have completely offended me. Although there are rules in place, I will make sure to find a way to make you feel the greatest pain in your life without breaking the rules!”
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