No 1 Supreme Warrior

“He must have come from a backwater town. He wouldn’t have been so confident if he was from the city. How ignorant can one be?”

The young man’s expression became more twisted after continuous insults floated into his ear. His body began to shake with rage and both of his eyes turned red as he stared daggers at the crowd. However, his effort was futile because no one paid any mind to his anger. He then took a deep breath and felt as if he had been slapped hard by everyone there. The worst thing was he could do nothing about it.

Those who are strong will forever be exalted while the weak can do nothing but lick the strong’s boots. Then again, the crowd might be right as the young man obviously had not gone through

not want to go second. Although everyone laughed at the young man’s result, they were also chastened by it, after all, the young man’s cultivation level was at the initial stage of

as voluntary giving up if no one comes up. I don’t even know what you all are waiting for. Will waiting give you a better result? Will waiting help you pass

effect. The crowd realized what he said was right-waiting would not help them pass the test. A few seconds later, Beardie walked up to the obsidian as the crowd

they could tell that he was not that old. “Since you young ones would not come up, I have no choice but to go second. I don’t even know what you all are scared of,” he said once he was standing in

jeer at him. “You big mustached hooligan!

you come up here now? You cowardly mouse! Do you think you can

was silenced by his retort. Beardie ignored them and focused his gaze on the obsidian as if it was a gift from the gods. His eyes were bright and shiny when he said, “Behold and witness my strength