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 be

the two of them were not disciples of an eighth-grade clan, but runner disciples of some insignificant small clan. Jack did not seem to regard them highly at

Jordan and Manfred speechless, and they

Don’t you know where we’re from? You even asked us why you’ d be afraid. Do you truly think you’d survive

not care about either Manfred or Jordan. Even though the two

understandable why Manfred felt insulted by Jack‘s lack

ever since he became a disciple of the Unbreaking Pavilion. Any warrior of that class would always try to butter him up in hopes of

able to figure out that the guy was

thought. So what if the guy

never seen other alchemists. Even seventh-grade alchemists

he was a meter from Jack. His

lips twitched somewhat helplessly. Everyone seemed to love looking at him with that