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!”

not stand it any longer. He shot straight onto his feet

you can get

speaking with an impassive

way, we have no choice but

and speared toward the sky—toward the direction of the

you’re that Supreme

man was stunned. Jack was even faster than the elderly man from before. He finally realized that Jack was the person he and the

“The Supreme Warrior?”

This man was so young. Was he really the Supreme

“Hand it over!”

curled his fingers into a fist and struck

man had been thrown backward

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

was a

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