No 1 Supreme Warrior

The spectators were a mix of all sorts of warriors. Some of them just loved to argue normally, and it finally served useful as they cursed the disciples of the Compass Pavilion to their hearts‘ content. Some of them even used their true energy on their throats, deliberately enhancing their voices. They were worried that the people next to them could not hear the vulgarities they were spitting out.

This, however, made Jack’s ears hurt. He never expected the words he exchanged with the disciples of the Compass Pavilion to rouse the crowd so aggressively.

Jack helplessly sighed, feeling like continuing would bear no fruit. They would not end up fighting anyway and could only fight with their words.

Jack could no longer tolerate it. He went to the corner of the stage and stood there silently, not planning on killing Walter just yet. He wanted Walter to beg for death. That was

ticked away, but the sound of the arguments did not stop. Walter’s twitching slowly grew weaker, and the barrier finally

as he checked Walter’s pulse. Even though he could still

none of those pills could cure Walter’s current injuries. After all, Jack had

cure internal injuries could do nothing for a destroyed soul. Manse had fed

crept into his heart. If Walter truly died,

He looked like he wanted to rip Jack apart, but Jack was already

won’t just take things lying

replied, walking toward Manse, “Walter‘s current state is me exacting my revenge against you. If you insist, however, I’ll welcome it. Of course, that depends if you have the skills to do so. I never trouble those who haven’t troubled me, and I’ll return any offenses against me several times over. If you refuse to give up, I’ll make