No 1 Supreme Warrior

Both Claude and Benedict would end up shouldering the responsibility should they fail the tournament.

With that in mind, Claude felt his heart burdened deeply. He looked up as he shuddered, shooting a glance at Mr. Zayne and Elder Maurice. The two of them were not relaxed either, but they focused fully on Jack.

Jack had become their greatest hope.

Claude, noticing that both men did not gaze at him in disappointment, sighed in relief. He walked to Benedict and whispered, “It’s different this time. Before this, it was Jack who’d shoulder the blame if we lose, and we won’t be implicated heavily. However, if we don’t manage to stave off the pressure this time and end up dragging the team down, then we’d be the one to blame. The consequences won’t be pretty.”

Hearing that, Benedict shuddered involuntarily. His mood sank as he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Alas, no one could help the two of them at that moment.

Elder Maurice averted his gaze from Jack and gazed and both Claude and Benedict. When he

won the first portion, we‘ll still have to go through the second part if we lose this one. I trust you’ve heard everything Master Forrest and I have said

Claude and Benedict to stiffen, and they felt, at that moment, just how severe

they would not have to compete anymore. The tournament was incredibly important, and

a sure win. The pressure greatly increased for them in the second stage. If they lost this

important to Sky Peak Pavilion, so much so that they would

win. Out of the blue, however, a dark horse joined the fray, and the results were out of their expectations. Master Forrest