The others also did fist-to-palm salutes as they huffed.

“Leaving? I’m afraid you can’t leave once you’re here!”

The old man waved his hand. The black-clothed man from before all raised their fists, radiating dangerously quiet auras.

“You want to fight us when we have so many people on our side? Are you looking for death?”

A bald man craned his neck to look at the old man atop the stage, his expression stony.

“The people here should be pretty good fighters,” the old man said, smiling. “We’ll just kill those who can’t fight properly and take those that aren’t too bad as our puppets so that they can contribute to our society. Hah!”

“Just hand the dragon scale over, you old fart!”

longer. He shot straight onto his feet and glared at the

if you can

chuckled, speaking with an

have no choice but to take it from you

his foot and speared toward the sky—toward the direction of the old

tell me you’re

from before.

“The Supreme Warrior?”

intakes of breath when they heard that. This man was so young. Was he really the Supreme Warrior—the one person who was far stronger than the Nine Great Gods

“Hand it over!”

his fingers into a fist and struck it against

next second, the old man had been thrown backward by Jack. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and even his

man’s face. It seemed that he had sustained burn injuries from before. He looks grotesque,

F*ck. This was a

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