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.

constantly flew in the air, looking

the Thousand Feathered Beast moved its wings

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

filled with its essence. Whether it was defensively or offensively, it was dozens of times stronger than any

as those feathers rapidly flew at Jack at imperceptible

he knew of Deadly Plume. He knew that Deadly Plume’s impressiveness came from its speed and power. He thus activated

landed on his original spot. The speed and amount of those feathers would have at least

injured, he would have sustained some injuries from not being able to avoid the speed and density of the attack. If he had been injured from the first strike, the

a plan against that and