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!”

eyebrow, knowing that was indeed the case. “We’ll fight outside, then,” said

numbers. They might be from the Unbreaking Pavilion, but they

the late stage by the laws of the world. Even if 20 of them

that he started to pant as

the disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion are. You

up and get rid of the problem, his words were not intended

raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do it eventually. Don’t think that no one can stand up to you just because you’re a disciple of the Unbreaking Pavilion.

Mark off-guard. His hands trembled as he slowly turned pale. Jack

isn’t a place where you can do whatever you want to. I know you’re not weak, but this is Prosper City. I don’t know where you got those robes you’re