No 1 Supreme Warrior

“How could he be their subordinate?” someone shot back.

“Use your brain a little here. What kind of dog looks prouder than its owner? Ever since we saw this guy, he’s never even glanced at Case. Do you think a subordinate would dare to do that?”

After that person said so, quite a few people nodded in agreement. The masked man never said anything the whole time as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

That calm demeanor was not something a subordinate would have. Since he was not a subordinate, who was he?

The Swelling Tide Continent’s impression of the other warriors was too deep. They would always stick together and would rarely interact with other warriors.

The moment they interacted with any outsiders, conflicts would somehow arise.

Could that person be an enemy of the Swelling Tide Continent?

like these men did seem to be at odds. Even the red-haired

middle of the crowd, looking at Josua and the others. A total of 16 of them had registered, and 15 of them were from the Swelling Tide Continent and had notable prowess. Only Josua

to care about the situation at all. It was

acted like that, the more frustrated

at acting. Even if it was one of the warriors who were at the peak, they would still think about it before facing

figured out a lot of plans to deal with their opponent. Anyone with just a hint of intelligence would know

like Josua knew this. Yet, Josua insisted on

his teeth, loathing

he think he

facade would fool others just because

had agreed to go to the fog battlefield with all of them, Case felt like there was something wrong with him. Richard refused to believe Josua was under no pressure at all

good and pretending, but putting on a show as well. Richard clearly saw a look of