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!

lost after a single strike, leaving him no room to fight back at all. At that moment, Manson lost all

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

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

ground in agony before looking at Jack,

world was an illusion and

Was he dreaming?

himself, and the pain told him that everything

powerful, and he was not bragging at

really was no match

of realization. This explained why Jack’s tone had