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!”

shot straight onto his feet

can get it

chuckled, speaking with an

put it that way, we have no choice but to take it from

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

me you’re that Supreme

elderly man from before. He finally realized that Jack was the person he and the others were waiting

“The Supreme Warrior?”

he really

“Hand it over!”

curled his fingers into a fist and struck it

resounding crack rang out. The next second, the old man had been thrown backward by Jack. Blood sprayed from his

man’s face. It seemed

F*ck. This was a trap all

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