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 I

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

attitude rendered Jordan and Manfred speechless, and they wondered

where we’re from? You even

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

was understandable why Manfred felt insulted by Jack‘s lack

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

out that the guy was

enraged at the thought. So what if

not like Manfred had never seen other alchemists. Even seventh-grade

was a meter from Jack. His sharp

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