No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Braum walked in front, and Agelt was right behind him.

The two of them looked incredibly confident, and their murderous intent soared as they got closer.

When they were about 30 meters away, Braum stopped in his steps, which the others followed. The two sides looked at each other, and the atmosphere was incredibly tense as though an intense battle could happen at any moment.

Manson scoffed. “Did you come here to challenge us?”

Manson sounded unhurried in the way he spoke, not regarding his enemies as worth his notice at all.

Braum scoffed. “A fight to the death against you? Don’t be too arrogant. We just came here to kill you. It’s better to be the one doing the killing, after all.”

Manson chuckled at this and sneered, “I know you’re a decent fighter and that you’re confident. You might be able to win against an ordinary warrior from a second-grade world, but I’m no ordinary warrior…”

“I’m a chosen disciple of a holy-grade clan in the Sacred Water Continent. Your small tricks barely intimidate me!”

help but raise

and expected these warriors to be stronger than the

were not inner disciples but chosen disciples instead. However,

if they were chosen

He had killed plenty.

stronger than the Golden

expression did not change, but everyone else stiffened. When they heard that the one in front of them was a chosen disciple, they suddenly felt a lot of pressure on their

at Jack slightly. When they saw that Jack was still

grant you your wish. We’ll be able to help my eldest senior solve a problem too. Once you die, the warriors of

took a deep breath as he walked

looked at Manson, pointed at him, and said, “Leave him to me. Help me

truth, five minutes was too much, but to prevent any unexpected surprises, that was the time Jack