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!”

could not stand it any longer. He shot straight onto

you can get it from

old man chuckled, speaking with an impassive

no choice but to take it from you by

lifted his foot and speared toward the

tell me you’re

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

“The Supreme Warrior?”

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!”

fist and struck it against the

had been thrown backward by Jack. Blood sprayed from

saw the scars that riddled the old man’s face. It seemed that he had sustained burn injuries

go. F*ck. This was a trap

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