No 1 Supreme Warrior

Another tall and bulky guy guffawed out loud, “Haha! That’s great! I’m twenty-nine years old this year, not yet thirty, so I can participate in this competition too! It’s great that they organize such a competition to pick the next family head, at least I still have a chance at it. Hmmm. What if I really get first place? Then I’ll be the heir to the family head, right? And perhaps in a few months, Master White will be…Mwahahaha! Then I’ll be the head for sure!”

“Not limited to gender. So, as long as you’re one of the Whites, you’re eligible to sign up?”

A woman in white beamed delightfully at the notice. Her eyes were full of joy! “That’s great! I truly did not expect that girls would have a fair chance to participate and compete for the heir position! Master White is indeed an open-minded and upright person! In such a way, whoever with a stronger ability gets the throne and the heir is guaranteed to be capable and strong!”

“Heh! Bunch of idiots! If Lance was here, do you think you would stand a chance in the competition? When the cat’s away, the mice will play, huh?”

Another young man, who was close to Lance, clasped his hands in front of his chest and snorted sarcastically from the side.

be used to describe Lance’s fighting prowess and capability. If he was

a single f*cking news about him, apparently

censured, “You’re a reckless and dull-headed dude, do you think you’re worthy of being

man can’t be the heir. As long as the person gets first place, then he’ll be the heir! Hmph! If you want to grab the position from me, it’s

White. He was chubby. He seethed coldly to Hudson, “I’ll not hold back on tomorrow’s competition, and try

White, I’ll be waiting for you at the final. Please don’t get yourself eliminated

with

competition. Any White with fighting prowess of grandmaster level and above is eligible for the competition. People who are in the top fifty

white—Liah White—had her brows snapped