No 1 Supreme Warrior

The masked man’s movements were all incredibly slick. Even the sheathing of his sword had been done flawlessly. His string of movements practically looked like an artful masterpiece.

Clink.

The machete was placed back into its sheathe. He did not store his weapon back into the space ring and instead held it gently in his palm.

“My god! That…that was too amazing. The Divine warrior was just like a pile of mud in front of him. It makes me feel like the Divine warrior I just fought isn’t even at the same level as the one he did!”

them could not hold back from mumbling

a few people started to discuss among themselves. The main topic had been the masked man’s attack making it seem far too easy. Compared to the rest of them who had used their full strengths, it was an astounding difference. It left some of them feeling a

other disciples there all treat him with respect. He definitely holds a high position within the Corpse Pavillion for the other disciples to treat

feel like the treasures

that their fellow disciple was exceptionally talented, witnessing it with their own eyes still left them unable to hold back their excitement. All of the disciples from the Corpse Pavillion started to cheer loudly, “You are our champion! You’ll definitely be able to

our senior, the rest of

those disciples from the Corpse Pavillion, there was nothing they could counter with.

Corpse Pavillion was a fourth grade clan that followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard for honor or morality.

disregarded the praise showered on him as well as the cheers from his fellow disciples. Instead,

calm as if everything had been within his

Leaves Pavillion was obviously not willing to be left behind. The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light snort

His white robes fluttered even with the lack of any wind. He stepped in a gust of wind, his sword aimed right at