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

you can

speaking with

put it that way, we have no choice

the

me you’re that Supreme

old man was stunned. Jack was even faster than the elderly man from before. He

“The Supreme Warrior?”

so young. Was he really the Supreme Warrior—the one person who was far

“Hand it over!”

a fist and struck it against the old man’s

second, the old man had been thrown backward by Jack. Blood

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

was a trap

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