No 1 Supreme Warrior

Manson stood among the snowflakes before he quickly charged right at Jack.

Jack raised an eyebrow as he started to form seals with his hands. In just a moment, the Broken Soul Blade appeared right in front of him.

Jack was insignificant, Manson mused to himself, so much so that he could be killed with just a pinch like an ant. He clapped his hands, and all of the snow in the air fused into one, forming a triangle. It had an incredibly cold aura as it charged right at Jack.

Jack pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade shot forward like an arrow, shooting right at Manson. In a flash, the two techniques clashed.

Everyone heard a cracking sound, and the ice started to shatter into countless fragments.

Those fragments shot out incredibly quickly, and with the cold energy within, they formed large craters on the ground when they landed. Everyone rushed to avoid them when they saw that.

Countless craters were formed as dull explosions were heard.

He had a look of pain on his face as his whole body trembled. His mouth

to react to that

Manson actually lost!

to fight back at all. At

times a day and was already used to it, but the same could not be said

match for him. Meanwhile, the others struggled to accept that Jack had beaten Manson, especially

agony before looking at Jack, who was still as calm

the world was an illusion and started to doubt

Was he dreaming?

and the pain told him

powerful, and he was not bragging at

was no match for

a deep breath, feeling like he had a moment of realization. This explained why Jack’s tone had been so arrogant, he was

about what the others were thinking at all.