No 1 Supreme Warrior

Since it was quite far away, Rudy could not see what was happening. He could just vaguely make out that those who were at the corners did not look to be in a good condition.

Some of them were clutching their arms, and some of them had their legs bandaged, too. They were probably warriors who, though injured, had survived, forced to tend to their wounds on the fringes of the battle.

Jack saw it as well. He frowned as his eyes roamed the area, looking like he was planning something important.

Rudy had just been about to ask Jack what he was thinking when Jack raised his hand and said, “Follow me there. Make sure you stay behind me. No matter what happens, don’t leave my side!”

Rudy nodded. At the northwestern corner of the battle, two groups of warriors were gathered.

them, since they were from second-grade and third-grade worlds respectively. They looked at each other with animosity but

groups were injured and had been forced to leave the battlefield to recuperate. Resuming their battle would

and had supported each other

them were above average among warriors from third-grade worlds, or they would not be in

been struck by a beast. An intense explosion rendered one of them

one with the worst injuries was called Olesm, the youngest disciple among them. The strongest one among the three of them was the

he was clutching his injured arm. His eyes were looking right at

at Calruz. The three of them knew each other. After spending much time around each other, they knew of their tendencies. He immediately knew what

“Can you stop worrying?! How many people do you think are thinking the same thing here? Do you think there’s no one else who’d want to pick up scraps?