Thiago couldn’t defeat Jared no matter what he did and finally understood that he was never Jared’s match to begin with and Jared had never viewed him as a threat the entire time.
Jared’s screams amid the fire source were merely teasing him. At that time, Thiago was still oblivious that Jared had already absorbed the violaceus flame.
“Do you think I have what it takes to become an inner court disciple with my ability?” Jared asked.
“Absolutely! I’m certain you can! I’ve lost. You’re now an inner court disciple!” Thiago fervently nodded, his eyes filled with fear.
“Since I’ve won, isn’t it time to fulfill our bet?” Jared asked.
“B-Bet? What bet?” Thiago feigned ignorance, playing dumb. He didn’t want to call Jared, Boss in front of so many people. Doing so would shame him. How would the other disciples perceive him after?
Jared’s brows furrowed, he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he seized Thiago by the throat, applying slight pressure. In an instant, Thiago felt as if his life was hanging by a thread.
“I got it! I remember now! Please don’t kill me!
Please!” Thiago pleaded urgently, genuinely afraid that the hotheaded Jared might kill him.
Jared released Thiago. A faint smile graced his face as he said, “Go ahead.”
“Boss…” Thiago gently called out.
“I can’t hear you. You’re too soft.” Jared shook his head.
“Boss!” Thiago raised his voice, but only Jared could hear him.
Jared’s brow knitted once more, his gaze sharp.
Thiago’s body shuddered, and he immediately cried out, “Boss! Boss! Boss!”
Thiago’s voice was so loud that the entire Violet Flame Sect could hear him.
Judd and the others burst into laughter hearing Thiago calling Jared, Boss. It felt like they had paid Thiago back for all they had suffered.
Meanwhile, Adan and his companions wore grim expressions, displeased.
Jared simply chuckled as he gazed at the judges calmly. “Can we proceed with the verdict now, Mr. Nielsen?”
Arnold finally realized what had happened, deactivated the array, and leaped onto the arena.
“The spar has concluded, with the outer court disciple, Axel Chadwick, emerging victorious. He has earned the status of an inner court disciple!” Arnold announced.
“Woo hoo! You’re awesome, Axel!”
“Truly impressive! Axel. I’m head over heels for you.”
“You’re the greatest of all time, Axel!”
Disciples of Gael’s faction cheered, rushed onto the arena, lifted Jared, and tossed him high into the air.
Adan, leading his group, assisted Thiago down the arena. Thiago didn’t look so good, his aura was unstable as well. It seemed like he would need a substantial amount of time to recover.
When the spar between Jared and Thiago ended, nearly all the elders were gathered in the council meeting room of the Violet Flame Sect. The newly appointed sect leader, Harlan Garrido, sat at the head of the table.
The council meeting was held primarily due to the issue concerning Carla’s mentor, Orson. Orson had always been at odds with Harlan in the past.
After Harlan assumed the position of the sect leader, Orson never complied with his commands, leading to Harlan punishing him per the sect’s rules.
Harlan had summoned the elders for a council meeting to prevent disobedience and transgressions from happening again.
The most significant point of the meeting was that Harlan intended to reform the recruitment criteria for the disciples of the Violet Flame Sect.
All in all, Harlan simply wanted every disciple who joined the inner court in the future to become part of his faction and gradually undermine the influence of Gael’s faction. When the time came, he alone would dominate the entire Violet Flame Sect.
“Mr. Garrido, Mr. Moreau had indeed overstepped his authority, but his actions weren’t too out of line. Doling out a punishment that lasts a few years will suffice. Isn’t it a bit too harsh to place him on house arrest for thirty years?” An elder with a white beard stood up, turning to address Harlan.
“That’s right. I agree that it’s too harsh to confine Orson for thirty years.” Dario stood up, voicing his displeasure on behalf of Orson.
