No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Lourain frowned. He absolutely hated people who spoke that way, saying it was an honor to die for their technique. They spoke as if they were much better than others.

The flames around the phoenix burned brighter and brighter, and it was as though the flames could melt a whole mountain.

Jack quickly started to form seals with his hands, and about 50 Soul Swords merged into one.

When Chapman saw Jack attacking, he scoffed in disdain. "My technique is at the intermediate ultimate god rank, and I've mastered it to the first state. I'm close to the second stage as well. I'm someone who's considered strong even among warriors that are above average. I'm not a small fry that you can stand up to!"

Those words did not even stir Jack's heart. It was as if the man had just let out a fart. He pushed forward, and the Soul Sword suddenly swung forward.

Chapman grasped his sword with both his hands and swung down at Jack's head.

The phoenix dancing in the air let out another cry. Its fire-coated wings started to flap quickly. The air around it started to distort from the heat as it glared pointedly at Jack.

the phoenix charged at Jack as well. In a

screech from the

up his energy to protect himself as he hurriedly retreated, only managing to avoid injury

when they clashed. It did not last for

Soul Sword remained, still charging at Chapman

widened in

on his luck to get to where he was. He had gone through countless battles, and his body reacted before his thoughts even could.

he underestimated the speed

sword caught up to him. He summoned his true energy to protect himself, but the energy crumpled like paper against the sword. It

sword pierced into

immediately filled his body, and Chapman felt like his soul had been dropped into a pot of boiling oil.