No 1 Supreme Warrior

Jack’s memory was impeccable. The bald man had shown off his fortune at that moment, saying that he managed to accumulate that many spirit crystals in all his years, confident that he would double it if he bet it all on the beasts.

It was impossible for him to even get back what he put in at that point, let alone double it. In just one turn, be was reduced to a mere beggar, so he was already mentally destroyed.

After the bald man heard that, he suddenly looked at Jack with a complicated gaze. His lips twitched as he was filled with regret. He had planned on betting everything on the warrior, but after hearing everyone’s discussions as well as what Arne said, he changed his mind. If he had put his whole fortune on Jack, he would have made over five million!

Just thinking about that filled his eyes with hatred.

He suddenly stood up and walked toward Arne. The bald man’s inner rage had completely exploded. He focused all that anger on him. If Arne was not there, he would not have lost everything.

had to start all over! How could he not hate the

Arne. He pointed at Arne and said, “You cowardly piece of trash! You were bragging so much, but now you’re just trying to hide! Don’t you think you’re a joke? Since you had the gall to say that someone else loved to brag and that someone else was a clown who just

his

disciples of the Deer Pavilion immediately stood

going to start the black iron bet?! He’s just not ready yet; he’ll do it after

sold on that at all. He sneered, “Who are you trying to fool? He’s not ready, you say? What are you preparing? What’s there to even prepare?

a black iron bet too. When people ask me why

the Deer Pavilion were about to

this, Jack nodded