Fane had said that with full conviction as if there was no other outcome of the battle. After those around him heard that, the curiosity in their eyes deepened.
Fane was that confident?
The man with the mustache frowned and followed up, "Why do you think that Lesley will lose? Is there a reason for that?"
Fane already knew that they would ask something like that. He looked up at the stage and said calmly," You'll know why in just a bit."
He had no intention of explaining himself. After all, if he did, it would reveal his secrets to the others, and he had too many secrets on him. The moment he revealed one, it would be easy to figure out his other secrets as well.
To prevent himself from becoming a lab rat, Fane decided against saying anything. Those around him were no idiots, either, for the moment they saw that Fane had no plans on explaining, they did not pester him.
Everyone held back on the gossip as they looked toward the stage again. Lesley had already pulled out his weapon, which was a chakram that was the size of two palms.
The green chakram had countless runes engraved on
it, releasing a green glow. He placed the chakram in front of his chest as he held the two ends.
Lesley narrowed his eyes slightly as he coldly looked at the frostfire wolf in front of him. The frostfire wolf let out another howl as its hindlegs bent slightly. The next second, he shot at Lesley like a cannonball.
Everyone heard a boom as the frostfire wolf left two craters where it had leaped off from. It was obvious how strong the wolf was.
The frostfire wolf was incredibly quick, so much so that it was difficult to track with the naked eye.
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