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Jack pursed his lips, answering calmly, “Of course I think I can win. Just because I’m here doesn’t mean I’ll lose.”

This response silenced all three men instantly. They looked at Jack speechlessly, feeling like they were talking to a wall.

All they were speaking were reasons and facts, yet Jack refused to listen. The three of them sighed helplessly as they decisively gave up on talking to Jack about this. They felt like Jack would probably never listen to them.

There was only half a day left in the end. The competition was about to end, and Jack would clearly see that he was useless without them needing to explain anything.

The three of them shook their heads silently as they turned and started to talk about other things.

most of them visibly despondent. Only some

time finally came for the last two

moment, out of the 30 barriers around the furnaces, 27

Emilio from Chaos Continent, Ethan from White Marsh Continent, and Nash from Hestia

his figure revealed to the other participants. His expression, however, was worth noting. His face was slightly pale. With a sigh, the Purple Sun Pill in

a very long time, no one knew what he thought. After a while, he turned and walked toward where Hestia’s alchemists

latest to arrive. He placed his mat on the front. His expression, though seemingly troubled, was not at all dark. In fact, it was like he was rather confident with himself, though he was not full

to chat to Nash in a lowered voice. The two of them mumbled

whole time. He could not be bothered to talk to the rest of them and merely closed his eyes and rested until Nash

Nash was not that satisfied with himself. His expression would