No 1 Supreme Warrior

Even if he expended all the power in his body, Horace would still fail to deflect Jack’s gray blade.

Every other mini-battles stopped as everyone looked in his direction. Whatever world the warriors were from, all of them felt like everything seemed like a dream.

Horace was someone who placed a lot of importance on his dignity. As long as he could still control himself, he would not have let himself look like that.

It broke through his defenses and pierced his body. The pain of his soul being torn apart caused him to cry out in agony as he fell from the air.

Horace clutched his chest and trembled, staring right at Jack. “Who are you?! Where did you come from?!”

Anyone as strong as him should not have been here. They should have been fighting in the inner region.

would they have much time to

came to the strongest warriors from third-grade worlds, he should have at least seen recordings or drawings of them, even if he

idea of the

so sure that he had never seen the person before, so where did

as he quickly walked to

heart was beating rapidly as he started to crawl backward frantically, shouting, “Stop right there! Don’t come any closer! Don’t think you

I have to burn my blood essence, I’ll fight you! You’ll end up injured, no matter how strong you are! Nothing good will come

his chest. In truth, however, Jack could see the fear he so desperately tried to

though Jack’s attack had not killed him immediately, Jack still managed to harm Horace’s