No 1 Supreme Warrior

Jack raised an eyebrow, not reacting to those unwanted guests. They were in the spectator stands, where fighting was restricted. If they dared to do anything there, the ones who would end up being punished were them. Since they could not fight, he did not care. It was obvious why all of them were there.

Manse let out a snort as he said mockingly, “You’re really something else. Since you know everything, why are you still acting like you don‘t care? Do you really not know what a chosen disciple of an eighth-grade clan represents?

“Don’t think that you can’t act so arrogantly in front of the disciple of the Compass Pavilion just because you beat Vincent. Vincent might be a little skilled, but he’s not that great among the inner disciples! Now, you’re challenging one of the strongest disciples of the Compass Pavilion!”

As they said that, they started to surround Jack. Even though they did not attack, they were still acting very aggressively. Jack frowned. There was still some time until the seventy-third match. He had planned on quietly watching the fights. He never expected so many flies to appear.

and mouth. They would always trouble him if he did not shut them up completely. He looked

I’ve seen an alchemist talk

often incredibly weak. That was something every warrior in Hestia Continent knew. Yet, Manse seemed to

disciples that Jack was not only somewhat skilled, but good with his words as well. They advised Manse against engaging Jack in a battle of

not believed it then, but it seemed like Manse had to now. Manse coldly snorted, “Brat! Don’t be so pleased with yourself. Once you get on the stage, you’ll realize you offended someone you shouldn’t

again. Every time he met someone who could not deal with him, they would always say the same thing. He coldly smiled,

soured