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 same

their numbers. They might be from the Unbreaking Pavilion, but they were true and blue alchemists, and to him, they

were at the early stage of the innate level, forcibly raised to the late stage by the laws of the world. Even

Jack’s tone, so much so that he

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

rid of the problem,

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

slowly turned pale. Jack had

narrowed his eyes. “Jack, this 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