Fane let out a cold laugh. "I'm not planning on doing anything to you. I'm just here to remind you: didn't you forget something important?"

Fane's words baffled Manse for a moment. Frowning, he recalled what it was that Fane meant.

He had struck a bet with Fane, and bitterness crept into his being as he gritted his teeth.

Manse had betted against Fane before because he was certain that Fane could not win at all. He was so sure that Fane would lose terribly and that he would easily get 190000 spirit crystals from Fane. He never expected that he had actually dug his own hole.

Fane won their bet!

Fane extended his hand. "Hurry and pay up—I don't have all day. I have things I need to do. I just wanted to bet ninety thousand spirit crystals, but you insisted on adding a hundred thousand to the bet. You set the bet to a hundred and ninety spirit crystals yourself, so give it here."

Manse

Rudy shook his head vehemently at Fane's offer, not wanting to follow through. "I don't want to stay here. If you go to the fourth level, you'll go to the fifth as well.

"There are seven levels in this tower. Who knows if you'll just be sent out or transferred to somewhere once you conquer the seventh level? What will I do if I'm left alone here?"

Fane nodded silently at Rudy's words. Rudy's concerns were not unwarranted, no doubt.

If he headed to the seventh level in one go, the tower might see him as a perfect challenger. It might reward him immediately and instantly transfer him somewhere else. If he left Rudy there, he might not meet him again.

Fane's expression seemed uncertain even after a few seconds, and Rudy, fearing his expression, reached out to grab Fane's arm.

"I entered Thousand Leaves Pavilion as your dependent. Since I'm your dependent, I won't be facing any challeng

The spectators were a mix of all sorts of warriors. Some of them just loved to argue normally, and it finally served useful as they cursed the disciples of the Compass Pavilion to their hearts' content.

Some of them even used their true energy on their throats, deliberately enhancing their voices. They were worried that the people next to them could not hear the vulgarities they were spitting out.

This, however, made Fane's ears hurt.

He never expected the words he exchanged with the disciples of the Compass Pavilion to rouse the crowd so aggressively. Fane helplessly sighed, feeling like continuing would bear no fruit. They would not end up fighting anyway and could only fight with their words.

In the end, Fane could no longer tolerate it. He went to the corner of the stage and stood there silently, not planning on killing Walter just yet.

He wanted Walter to beg for death. That wa

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