No 1 Supreme Warrior

Ambrose was left speechless by Elder Lee’s evaluation of Jack. However, it was not the same for Zeph. He did not for a second believe Jack would forgive him for what he had done to him today. He took a deep breath but his expression remained darkened. It was general knowledge that most of the fighters have some blood on their hands.

Ambrose’s speechlessness turned into happiness when he saw the darkened expression on Zeph’s face. They were always at odds with each other and Ambrose wished every day that Zeph would one day be gone from his sight. Seeing him like this made him smile with glee.

Jack and patted him congratulatory on the shoulder. “Elder Lee doesn’t give out praises easily. You’re called Jack White, right? You might even surpass me in the future,” joked Ambrose. The din of the crowd

top three hundred, meaning to say that he is stronger than the other

he is! Joining the Dual Sovereign Pavilion as an average informal disciple is already hard enough as it is and yet this guy passed the test with flying colors. They

failed the test, were standing stock silent with a twisted expression on their faces. Morton’s face, especially, had turned purple with rage. Compounding on the humiliation brought on by Gerald, he felt Jack had humiliated him even more. He was trembling all over and the fan he was holding in his

the attention of Elder Lee. Now, all that had

was a nobody. In the end, he might turn out to be the first ever initial stage of an innate level fighter who

but even in the normal recruitment disciples test, Jack’s result would still put him in the top three rankings. Even Gerald’s face had turned purple with rage. He was so confident of his own ability but compared to Jack’s,