No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Since it was quite far away, Rudy could not see what was happening. He could just vaguely make out that those who were at the corners did not look to be in a good condition.

Some of them were clutching their arms, and some of them had their legs bandaged, too. They were probably warriors who, though injured, had survived, forced to tend to their wounds on the fringes of the battle.

Jack saw it as well. He frowned as his eyes roamed the area, looking like he was planning something important.

Rudy had just been about to ask Jack what he was thinking when Jack raised his hand and said, “Follow me there. Make sure you stay behind me. No matter what happens, don’t leave my side!”

Rudy nodded. At the northwestern corner of the battle, two groups of warriors were gathered.

were from second-grade and third-grade

injured and had been forced to leave the battlefield to recuperate. Resuming

warriors on the corner of the third-grade worlds. They were all from the same clan and

them were above average among warriors from third-grade worlds, or they would not be in the deepest parts of the

explosion rendered one of them heavily injured,

worst injuries was called Olesm, the youngest disciple among them. The strongest one among the three of them was the strongest chosen disciple from their clan,

arm. His eyes were looking right

spending much

thinking the same thing here? Do you think there’s no one else who’d want to pick up scraps? It’ll just lead to another intense battle.