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.

Perhaps both men were far too nervous that Elder Maurice averted his gaze from Jack and gazed and both Claude and Benedict. When he saw their

through the second part if we lose this one. I trust you’ve heard everything Master Forrest and I have said before, this is a best of three. If we win both stages, then we won’t even have to go through the last stage. However, if we lose, we’ll have to go through the third stage. If the two

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

anymore. The tournament was incredibly important, and the

had ended up losing in the first round, despite thinking that they had a sure win. The pressure greatly increased for them in the second stage. If

that they

joined the fray, and the results were out of their expectations. Master Forrest refused to accept this, but the dread he felt was