No 1 Supreme Warrior

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.

barriers, with most of

time finally came for

moment, out of the 30 barriers around the furnaces, 27 had already dispersed. Only three alchemists remained inside, still

of the competition, Emilio from Chaos Continent, Ethan from White Marsh Continent, and Nash from Hestia Continent. The three of them seemed to be intent on fighting to the last moment, not willing to

expression, however, was worth noting. His face was slightly pale. With

He started at the ceiling for a very long time, no one knew what he thought. After a while, he turned and walked toward where Hestia’s alchemists had gathered. At that moment, everyone had

was more packed. There was not much space around them, and Nash had been the 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,

voice. The two of them mumbled to each other for a long

be bothered to talk to the rest of them and merely closed his eyes and rested

Nash’s expression, Jack knew that Nash was not that satisfied with himself. His expression would be