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.

raised an eyebrow. “Why would I

two of them were not disciples of an eighth-grade clan, but runner disciples of some insignificant small clan. Jack did

and they wondered

wrong with your head? Don’t you know where we’re from? You even asked us why you’

let out a snort, not wanting to bother answering Manfred. Naturally, he did not care about either Manfred or Jordan. Even though the two of them were from an

why Manfred felt insulted

Unbreaking Pavilion. Any warrior of that class

alchemist badge. Anyone would be able to figure out that the guy was at the middle

the thought. So what if

other alchemists. Even seventh-grade

stopped only when he was a meter

lips twitched somewhat helplessly. Everyone seemed to love looking at