No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

After choosing the difficulty, they would need to return the other tokens to the caretaker. The remaining token would be the difficulty that they choose.

To the spectators, this was getting boring.

There were so many warriors in attendance, and most of them had watched over 10 matches.

They had not seen anyone who challenged the bronze difficulty and above as nearly everyone chose the black-iron difficulty. After all, just the black iron difficulty alone stopped many people with its 30% death rate.

The other challengers would mostly be injured even if they succeeded. For most warriors, an increase in difficulty was suicidal. That was why Nalym's complaints had been mocked so much.

Jack looked at the three tokens in his hand, having made his decision before he even signed up. The rewards this time suited him perfectly.

might have been alluring

of a sudden, Jack felt a cold gaze from the crowd

raised an eyebrow and looked over, only to see Nalym looking at

a snake recoiling in the shadows, waiting to strike at him. No matter how venomous his gaze

be affected by looks like that at all. The fact that he was willing to act like

time slowly reached its limit, and the caretaker

Kronte stood on the leftmost end, and the caretaker took away the other tokens. As expected,

at

in front of Jack, he handed his tokens back. However, the

at all. After all, a third-grade world warrior daring to challenge this clearly meant he