No 1 Supreme Warrior

Looking at Jack’s straightened back, Trevor suddenly felt like he was incredibly weak. Even an alchemist who was a wandering warrior was more confident than he was. He was too focused on worrying about everything. He did not look like a chosen disciple from an eighth-grade clan at all.

Thinking about that, he puffed up his chest and started to radiate confidence. It was like he had suddenly turned into the strongest chosen disciple of the Pentagram Clan. However, his confidence did not last long.

When the two of them entered the waiting area, Trevor immediately saw Chris. His confident expression froze. The worry, pain, and fear that he had suppressed suddenly resurfaced!

Chris was actually participating as well. Chris would be going into an isolated space with him and fighting it out in a battle royale?

They were both warriors from White Marsh Continent, so he naturally knew who Chris was. The Purple Cloud Pavilion was even stronger than the Pentagram Clan, and Chris ranked in third place among their chosen disciples.

He was barely in the top ten of chosen disciples from the Pentagram Clan. Comparatively, it was obvious which one of them was weaker. He knew better than anyone.

Trevor’s lips trembled as words surfaced in his mind.

Why?

did he have to encounter

not blind confidence. Trevor’s face paled as fear

emotionless. When they arrived at the waiting area, he chose one of the empty seats and happened to sit

No one had dared to sit next to him. After all, his skills were plain for everyone to see. The

the last person. That person would not be able to choose and

this unknown warrior from Hestia Continent

high-grade clans were all incredibly particular about their dignity. Jack’s actions made Chris

more volunteers to die. How could someone like you dare to participate

start causing trouble right as he sat