No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

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.

By the time they looked over, the proud Manson had already fallen to the ground. He had a look of pain on his face as his whole body trembled. His mouth was open as he let out cries of agony.

to react

Manson actually lost!

to fight back at all. At that moment, Manson lost all his

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

expression did not shift too grandly, he knew Jack was no normal human. Regular chosen disciples from holy-grade clans were no match for him. Meanwhile, the others struggled to accept that Jack had beaten Manson, especially

before looking at Jack, who was still as

feel like the world was an illusion and started to doubt reality

Was he dreaming?

the pain told him that everything

and

no match

explained why Jack’s tone had been so arrogant, he was so talented and capable that it translated into