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!”

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

Pavilion, but they were true and blue alchemists, and

level, forcibly raised to the late stage by

much so that he started

Mark, his eyes narrowed. “Everyone knows how strong the disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion

rid of the

think that no one can stand up to you just because you’re a disciple of the

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

you want to. I know you’re not weak, but this is Prosper City. I don’t know where you