No 1 Supreme Warrior

The Thousand Feathered Beast was about six meters tall and looked like a miniature mountain.

Jack walked up to the stage steadily.

The moment he walked on the stage, the barrier around the arena activated, separating the stage from the outside world. No matter how powerful the attacks from the inside were, nothing would break through and reach the spectator stands.

The moment Jack stood in place, the Thousand Feathered Beast moved. It flapped its massive wings, rushing into the air after an intense screech. Its sharp eyes remained fixed on him, even in the air.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly as he pulled out his gray sword from Mustard Seed. The black iron bet required him to win three consecutive matches in a row, and this was his first one. His hands constantly moved as he formed gray rune after gray rune. A hundred soul swords materialized from those runes. He reached out and fused them into his sword.

the energy within as the Thousand Feathered Beast constantly flew in the air, looking at Jack. It let out another sharp

second, the Thousand Feathered Beast moved its wings and

let out another cry as countless feathers left its body, rushing quickly at Jack. Those feathers might have looked incredibly beautiful, but they had a killing intent that could

was the Thousand Feathered Beast’s natural-born technique, the Deadly Plume. The Thousand Feathered Beast’s feathers were filled with its essence. Whether it was defensively or offensively, it was dozens of times stronger than

as those feathers rapidly flew at Jack at imperceptible

an eyebrow. Thankfully, he knew of Deadly Plume. He knew that Deadly Plume’s impressiveness came

disappeared, countless rainbow-colored feathers landed on his original spot. The speed and amount of those feathers

even if Jack had not been heavily injured, he would have sustained some injuries from not being able to avoid the

against that and