No 1 Supreme Warrior

When Jack opened the door to enter the hall, he could not tell if his mind played tricks on him, or if he truly felt it: He felt a wave of wind blowing toward him and went straight into his soul through his body, It unnerved him.

The hall had very simple decorations, and there were several small doors at the back of the hall, the height of a man. All sorts of charms and markings were drawn on these doors, and with just a glance at these things, Jack felt his eye hurting so badly that he could not look at them.

A table was placed in front of these doors, and a disciple was dozing off behind the table. Jack knew that he was also an informal disciple from the way he was dressed, but Jack did not recognize him. He also knew that such assignments would not be given to newly recruited informal disciples. This must be an informal disciple who was his senior. That person supported his face with his hand and was so drowsy that his eyelids drooped.

people frequented the Soul Hall. After all, not many people practiced martial art techniques or martial skills

the footsteps or felt that somebody had entered the hall. He had a cold expression on his face, lazy as he was, though that did not

and spoke in a clear

who it was on duty at the Soul Hall. Noel had the same identity as Jack, but he had joined the sect for

but Noel’s talents were limited. Noel seemed to be extremely tired. He raised his eyebrows, frowning as

must be the newly recruited

could not hide it even if

for newcomers like you to visit the Soul Hall. The Soul Hall seldom receives

sentence, and Jack understood what he meant. In the minds of these disciples who joined the sect via the usual assessment, those who came in due to ‘special conditions’ were a joke. Putting all of them on the same pedestal

were not as sharp as

our identity matter when it comes to practicing martial art techniques