No 1 Supreme Warrior

Just as Jack turned and was about to close the door, he heard someone calling out, albeit rather mean spiritedly, “You’re Jack?”

Although this was a question, it seemed to be more like a jeer. Jack slowly turned around and saw a man with a short beard and a scary look in his eyes, standing not too far away.

While Jack did not recognize this man, he wore clothes that indicated that he was an informal disciple. This man must be an informal disciple who joined the sect via the usual recruitment process. According to seniority, they should call him their senior brother.

bearing kind intentions. In fact, Jack

as he responded. Wesley Sayer gave Jack a glance-over before he looked at the

are only thirty private accommodations, and they actually gave it to

the sect surrounding them also realized that something was wrong with Wesley’s words. What did he mean, cannon fodder like

mean? We’re both

you know how you were recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usual recruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking of yourself as informal

times, and we’d be eliminated if we failed any one of those assessments. It isn’t as easy as the assessment you guys had. If the fight between sects weren’t happening soon, do you think you’ll be able

every two years, but due to the possibility of a battle with the Muddled Origin

all the new disciples present were especially confident with their strength. What Wesley said was no different from slapping everybody in their faces several times. Many of them were so angry that their faces turned purple as they glared

they were bedbugs. “Are you guys unconvinced? If you’re that unsure, let’s go have a fight at the wager battle arena. All this crap talk isn’t as simple as a real battle. I’m sure all of you don’t really think that your strength is the best among all the