No 1 Supreme Warrior

Morton’s fan snapped to a close. “What gives me the right to laugh at you? It’s because I’m stronger than you, of course. That gives me the right to laugh at you!”

Gerald laughed coldly. “As if. Why don’t you go next? That’ll settle this once and for all.”

Morton scoffed and strode steadily toward the obsidian as if victory was already in his hands. When one looked at him, it brought to mind a peacock strutting around looking for a mate.

them bicker quietly. “I wonder if Morton can really light up

say all that if he wasn’t confident about himself. His ego is the most important for

the second speaker’s analysis. Yes, Morton might be boastful but he would not do anything that would hurt his own reputation. If

before depositing his fan in the storage ring. There was a rule saying no weapons were allowed—the assessees could only attack the obsidian with their energy. Although it might not look like it, Morton’s

he turned strangely calm when faced with

right hand. The golden light radiated purely but there was no energy fluctuation to it. Jack stared at the light unblinkingly and wondered what Morton would do

and more dazzling. Suddenly,

at his hand!” cried

golden armor with a flashing