No 1 Supreme Warrior

A group of about 19 people came up behind Mark after he introduced himself, and they shot Jack a seemingly unfriendly gaze.

Jack frowned, immediately knowing that there would be trouble the moment he heard they were from the Unbreaking Pavilion.

Jack raised an eyebrow as he sneered, “Are you trying to cause me trouble? Feel free to try, but with just your group, you’ll just die on the spot if you try anything.”

Mark’s expression soured at those words. He had wanted to be cordial with Jack, yet Jack’s straightforwardness ruined that. Mark failed to even maintain his smile.

Mark snorted. “This is the entry plaza, and the laws of Prosper City protect it. If you try anything here, you’ll be struck by lightning before you can even do anything!”

the case. “We’ll fight outside, then,” said Jack. “All twenty of you can fight me at the

be from the Unbreaking Pavilion, but they were true and blue alchemists, and

the early stage of the innate level, forcibly raised to the late stage by the laws of the world. Even if 20 of them worked

at Jack’s tone, so much so that he started to pant as

to act like a hero,” scoffed Mark, his eyes narrowed. “Everyone knows how strong the disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion are. You won’t

to hurry up and get rid of the

you just because you’re a disciple of the Unbreaking Pavilion. Since you can’t stop me, move. If you want to continue spouting nonsense,

hands trembled as he slowly turned pale. Jack had not bothered to hold

you can do whatever you want to. I know you’re not weak, but this