No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Chapter 1944
Morton’s clan was naturally inferior in comparison to the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Nonetheless, his clan was one of the few great clans in his city and he had been brought up with the belief that he was the chosen one, carrying the burden of making his clan proud.

Then there was the fact that he had never faced failure before so it was no wonder he was extremely confident in himself. He felt he was unique and was not nurtured by the Dual Sovereign Pavilion only because of his age. However, he believed that once there, he would surely advance quickly in a short time. He would climb the metaphorical ladder and use the position of the internal disciple as a stepping stone. In good time, he would be promoted to an elder disciple, and then there’s no stopping him to become a chosen disciple.

He might even hold important positions within the sect. His clan would surely be proud of him then. That was why he was unwilling to be deemed equal to Gerald-partly because of his confidence and partly because of his inferiority complex.

This little test was akin to an entrance exam so how dared they think he would not be able to light up the five lights. He had never been so humiliated before. Morton gave out a loud snort and turned his gaze to scan the crowd. “You all listen closely now. Don’t you dare use your level to judge me! I’ve already said that the sengen pill was specially prepared for me so don’t blame me for hurting you if you all continue to talk like that.”

Immediately, the crowd went dead silent. However, he could not stop them from what they were thinking. There was no denying Morton was very powerful and most of the people present there would not be able to win in a fight against him but this did not mean that he would be able to light up five lights.

did not want to bother Morton with his illusory grandeur and annoying talk. Gerald was the complete opposite of him, he liked to get straight to the point

and said with a mocking smile, “Why

not but I would say you’re close. In my

for the rules imposed on us. Don’t you feel any shame at all? Why don’t you show us what you’re really made of? Who knows you might be able to

to step in though he must admit he was enjoying the show. “No fighting during

of not doing so were not something they could afford. Both of them gave out a scoff at

skin and the latter thought he should get