No 1 Supreme Warrior

Looking at the situation, it did not seem like there was a way to stop it anymore. Samson looked at Jack with a panicked expression, “White, are you crazy? If you fight him on your own, you’ll be killed!”

Jack shook his head slightly, ignoring everything that was said. Zamian laughed loudly as he pointed at Jack, “You’re crazy! You really don’t know your place. Rufus, this brat is challenging you, so you’d better not spare him any mercy. You have to show him what it means to challenge you!”

Rufus acted like he was ignoring Zamian’s words, but those words successfully made Rufus’ anger toward Jack, peaked. To be challenged by an insignificant brat like that, if Rufus did not properly teach Jack a lesson, it would mean that his skills were not good enough.

With that in mind, he ignored everything else as he launched himself forward, sword in hand. He rushed at Jack, and Jack smiled lightly, not even turning around as he said, “The rest of you retreat far away!”

the battle would definitely be

when Jack shouted out, they scattered. In a flash, the center was left

meter-long blade in Rufus’ hand radiated with coldness. Wherever he went turned cold to the limits. Even the blood-red soil on

themselves, they still managed to feel the intense coldness that radiated from Rufus’ body. That chill was even cold enough to stop the flow of

sleeves. Jack retreated a few steps, maintaining a certain

Rufus’ name, cheering

already elementary

Pavilion can only fight to a draw

Place for Resources, and was one of the five who arrived at the

boasting, but Byron and the others had a sour look on their faces. They did not expect Rufus to have trained

even close to that level. After all, skills of that level needed an extremely high level of comprehension, as well