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!”

when he saw it. Logically speaking, he should have gotten a treasure like that. He 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

shield and glanced off; not a single scratch

powerful attack sent him stumbling a few meters backward before he regained

they had quickly demonstrated their martial skills, they still crumbled like

loosened a breath. Fortunately, he had the luck to obtain such a treasure—which could change its size as well. It

the liberty to give it much thought

“Damn!”

and he threw a fist out. A giant python manifested from the chi that

and charged toward the waves of

of chi around him to keep himself safe right after he threw that attack out. Only then did he feel a little more relaxed. He believed that he would be able to withstand