No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Marth scoffed and said, "You talk as if you're so amazing. That's not being apprehensive, it's called being careful!"

"You're right that sometimes, people like me do miss out on opportunities, but we're far more likely to survive. People like you who only know how to charge recklessly often die while they're looking for opportunities. What's the point of rushing in if you can't even survive? Is becoming a skeleton your final goal?"

Marth seemed to be much better at arguing, and Lourain's face reddened in anger. His hands started to tremble, and he wanted to grab Marth by the collar.

However, he did not dare to do anything in front of Jack, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Enough with your crap! It's not like people like me can't be careful, but it's just that people like you're careful when you don't need to be at all. People like you are just cowards!"

Jack frowned as he sighed.

If this continued, the two of them would be quarreling for half an hour and annoy him. he decided to stop it.

What's the point of arguing? Will you be able to improve? Will you

Lourain's eyes widened as they fell silent, staring at

seventh room. It was quite large, comparable to the size of the stage

looked at the steel-armored fighter 30 meters away from

glowed red and stared right at him. The steel-armored fighter

not slow down for a moment as he held his crimson sword. Red-colored energy flowed around the sword, and Zelter

underestimate it at

know

after this one. If he was not careful,

allow himselfto be hurt. He needed to be in a perfect