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.

“Why would

if the two of them were not disciples of

and they wondered ifhe

in frustration. “Is there something wrong with your head? Don’t you know where we’re from? You even asked us why you’ d be afraid. Do you truly

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 eighth- grade clan, they were probably inner disciples. Jack might be a little worried had they been chosen

understandable why Manfred felt insulted by Jack‘s

underestimated him ever since he became a disciple of the Unbreaking Pavilion. Any warrior

the guy was at the middle stage of the innate level at best,

thought. So what

never seen other alchemists. Even seventh-grade alchemists

stopped only when he was a meter from

to love looking at him with