No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Chapter 1955
Morton had remained standing next to Zeph all this while. At Jackie’s words, the corners of his lips began to creep up into a mocking smile. “I can’t believe this guy is trying to save himself by digging his own grave. He must not be right in the head if he really believes he can light up five lights and get the sengen pill. What a joke!”

“Yeah, he must have knocked his head when he was a baby. Couldn’t he use a more normal way to prove his innocence? Does he think he can be the first place winner? Ptooey! What an idiot!” echoed the crowds.

Even till now, Jackie ignored their remarks and remained calm as both Ambrose and Elder Lee stared at him with an odd expression on their faces. Although Elder Lee held the highest position, he was also the one who spoke the least. He chose to quietly observe all that was happening as if he was an outsider in this matter. Jackie found his behavior odd but he had more important matters in his hand than to figure out what was going through Elder Lee’s mind. He should make a move since he had been given the green light to take the test.

could light up the fifth light. He did not know the extent of his own power. However, he was sure

present. Those elementary red level or yellow premium level martial art skills were nothing compared to his ultimate god status skills. It was a shame he only managed to condense one Soul Sword as a newbie. He closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and performed a hand seal which immediately caused a black light to shoot out from the middle

at this black light and sneered. Although he agreed to let Jackie take the test, he could not help but worry about the outcome. It would be the end of the road for him

heart. The more powerful a martial art skill is, the higher the energy fluctuation would be. He had never seen a

Immediately, the Soul Sword hit the obsidian like a feather gently floating in the wind. His way of displaying his martial art techniques was for sure different from others. The way he was hitting the obsidian was like tickling it with a feather as if the obsidian was a fragile thing one needed to be careful of. The crowd felt their