C387 CHAPTER387

"Attack?"

"You're not even qualified to provoke me into action," Wesley Winterbottom sneered with contempt.

He stood confidently, hands clasped behind his back, his commanding voice echoing through the arena.

"Against someone of your caliber, I wouldn't need to lift a finger to end you in a heartbeat!"

As his authoritative tone dissipated, Wesley Winterbottom's energy shifted dramatically