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.

wonder if Morton can really light

if he wasn’t confident about

he would not do anything that would hurt his own reputation. If he said he could do it, then he could do

previously did. He gave the obsidian a good look 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 jade folding fan was actually a weapon belonging to

his emotions. Although he was acting all crazy and boastful below the stage, he turned strangely calm when faced with the obsidian. This changed the crowd’s perspective of

his 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

more and more dazzling. Suddenly, with a cracking

his

layer of golden armor with a flashing rune on

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