No 1 Supreme Warrior

The comers of Brook’s lip were trembling. “What do you think Brother Jack is doing? Does he really think that he’s stronger than Oliver?”

Noel shook his head, not knowing how to answer him. He stared at Jack’s back and took a deep breath. “Who knows what he’s thinking. He’s always confident in everything, but somehow I feel like he’s bluffing this time. Oliver is ranked eighth amongst all the formal disciples who were in the running to be the chosen disciple after all. He’s not someone we can take on. I do not doubt Jack’s talent, but he hasn’t been training for long and he’s only…”

lightbulb went on in his head. “He has broken through!” he shouted hoarsely. He was going to end his previous sentence with the words

Brother Jack has really broken through! But how is this possible? He was still at an initial stage of innate level ten days

“Don’t ask me. I don’t know anything. But even so, he had only just broken through. Therefore, being at an intermediate stage of innate

was unaffected by whatever the disciples were throwing at him. He only smiled at Oliver, and after a while, said, “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I am, in fact,

words had the effect of an island being blown to bits by a nuclear bomb. Everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, while thinking that mental asylum was one patient

silence. Only Wesley laughed. He pointed at the back of Jack’s head, and shouted, “That has to be the funniest thing I’ve heard

others started to laugh with him. The image of Jack being a clown was cemented in

some kind of trump card of your sleeves, but