No 1 Supreme Warrior

Wesley took a deep breath. The corner of his mouth never stopped twitching.

“This can’t be real. Absolutely not! Why would Elder Godfrey choose him?” he said hoarsely. He took another deep breath, and without warning, slapped the man with the triangular eyes violently on the face.

was taken aback, but he dared not utter

this moment, Jack was not in the mood to deal with Wesley. He understood the benefits that would come with being the last disciple; after all, that was the reason why so many disciples covet the spot,

with Elder Godfrey would put him at risk of his secrets being found out. The loss would outweigh

finger pointing at him, he did not have a choice in this matter. It would

and began taking one heavy step after another. He glanced back at Noel and Brook, who was still staring at him with disbelief. He did not

announce important matters. The second round platform was a large battle platform surrounded by flags and a venue for a duel between disciples. This platform was where Oliver and the other two were standing. Elder Godfrey waved at him, signaling him to stand with the three formal disciples. No matter how unwilling Jack was, he could only bite the

through extra lengths to make sure that the disciple they had in mind would get chosen to be Elder Godfrey’s last disciple. Hell, they even argued in front of the spectators. This fact alone had caused no end to their embarrassment, and for what? For an informal disciple whose existence they did not even know of to be chosen as his