No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

"There's nothing to think about. It's not like we don't know who all the warriors at the top are. Not a single one of them sounds like this guy! He's probably not one of them."

"What he's shown us is not too strong either! He's probably only above

average, and not even at the top of the warriors that are above average! Can all of you stop exaggerating his skills?!"

The spectators were in a complete mess, but the stage was relatively quiet. Other than Hamish's cry of agony, the others were strangely quiet.

Rowan's mouth was slightly widened as he glared right at Jack.

Randall frowned as he glared at Jack as well. At that moment, the two of them were in a complicated mood.

They suddenly realized how bad the situation was, especially Randall.

would only attack in the

bit different from what he thought before. That Jack was not just random trash that

angrily when he thought of that possibility. The betting had still not ended yet, so there was still time until the

two goals for this

with that masked man. However, it seemed

what state he would be in, and if he would still have the strength to deal with that guy. Otherwise, everything they planned earlier would go up in smoke,

would truly

to how conflicted they were feeling, Jack was in

at his sword with some regret. He regretted his mistaken judgment earlier. He never expected that guy to be so weak. He had done his best to try and weaken himself, planning on fighting for a

third of its strength. Yet, even after all of that, Hamish had still failed to fight back. The blade had even directly pierced into

to stand up