No 1 Supreme Warrior

Manfred and Jordan carried on with their conversation, seemingly not caring that Jack could hear them. After all, Jack would die in their hands in mere moments, and dead men would tell no tales.

Jordan turned to look at Jack. “You don’t seem afraid. Could my junior have told you everything before you entered?”

Jack’s calmness piqued Jordan‘s curiosity. After all, anyone would be able to understand what they were talking about, so long as they could think straight, that was. Furthermore, the Purple Soul Plate was right behind them, and the rules were explained. Anyone literate would be able to understand the rules. As long as they understood the rules, they would be able to figure out what awaited them.

Oddly, Jack seemed all too calm even when hearing and reading everything. It was as if he did not know anything as he stood on the spot, which made Jordan both curious and suspicious.

eyebrow. “Why would

them were not

speechless, and they

you know where we’re from? You even asked us why you’ d be afraid. Do you truly think you’d survive

Jordan. Even though the two of them were from an eighth- grade clan, they were probably inner disciples. Jack might

felt insulted by Jack‘s lack

warrior of that class would always try to butter him up in hopes of

alchemist and even had a sixth-grade alchemist badge. Anyone would be able to figure out that the guy was at the middle stage of the innate level at best, yet an alchemist at that level was actually facing him with

was enraged at the thought. So

seen other alchemists. Even seventh-grade alchemists would never

toward Jack and stopped only when he was a meter from Jack. His

lips twitched somewhat helplessly. Everyone seemed to love