No 1 Supreme Warrior

“Sh*t. What do we do in the face of a fighter who’s of the true god status?”

Someone was so shocked that all the color leached from his face. For a grandmaster or someone of the demi-god status, there was no way to beat someone of the true god status. His aura alone had this much power, and it was difficult for them to close in on him.

An old man flipped his palm and took out an object that resembled a small tortoiseshell. He imbued in with his chi, and the tortoiseshell emanated a flash of light before growing in size.

That thing was actually a shield.

The old man raised the shield before him and heaved an internal sigh of relief.

“You actually had a treasure like that!”

never thought that the old man would actually stash it away for himself. If not for the peril they were in, the old man would probably have never taken it out—and Munro would never have known that such a treasure

glanced off; not a single scratch

sent him stumbling a few meters backward before he regained his

their martial skills, they still crumbled

to obtain such a treasure—which could change its size as well. It

displeased because his First Elder had hidden such a treasure, but he did not have the liberty to give it much thought right now. Most of Jack’s attacks were being

“Damn!”

tightened and he threw a fist

the python appeared, it roared and charged toward the waves

a thin, protective bubble of chi around him to keep himself safe right after he threw that attack out. Only then did he feel