Chapter 252: Traitor

Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat. The luckier you get.

And sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.

Dreamer had Demon's Luck and it was high, he took pride and was confident in it. He just hoped it would show his charm today as well.

Archie and Dreamer stopped talking as it looked like Ellen was fully prepared to begin.

"Ladies and Gentlemen and the Nobles from Wager city. Welcome to the finals of the Fiftieth Inter Nobles Tournament!" Ellen announced.

CLAP!

CLAP!

CLAP!

Everyone clapped and celebrated this occasion.

Ellen continued. "So, are you all excited for the final fight!?"

"Bring it on!"

"Motherfuckers!"

"Blood!"

"Haha. Nice. I like the enthusiasm. So, why wait further? Shall we begin?"

"Yes."

"I can't hear you. Shall we begin?"

"Yess."

"Show more power! Shall we begin this shit!?"

"Yesss!"