No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Hashem's lips stiffened. He remembered what had happened the past two days, and he felt an indescribable sense of sorrow and rage in his heart.

It was amusing. They were willing to do anything for the sake of their profits. They knew they were being used and that this was a plot from the warriors at the peak, but for the sake of bagging profits, they were willing to ignore all of that.

They allowed others to use them and turned themselves into tools for someone else.

However, Hashem refused to bow. "Someone will see through your plots eventually. Don't think we're all idiots. How could you possibly be willing to dip into your wallets for the Heartblood You have so many men in Toman Battlefield, but you keep saying that there aren't enough people."

"You said that we'd only be able to exchange the Heartblood on the last day, and you even said that only those with at least five people worth of Heartblood could exchange it! Those are all just lies! You just want to attack on the last day after gathering everyone! You want to gather all the Heartblood into the hands of a smaller number of people. It'd be easier for you to kill all of them!"

Hashem's face contorted in fury as he spoke.

These men deployed despicable methods! Whatever they did, it was no surprise at all. When he heard of the rules, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Upon thinking about it closer, he immediately understood what was happening.

and not just stubborn. You're right;

even save them time and effort doing this. It was just that it would be more troublesome on the last

fists tightly, and sorrow

as anyone took the time to quietly think about it, it was all too easy to see through the plot. However, most people were obsessed with the potential rewards they could get and did not think anything was

down to think about it

they would be willing to dip into their pockets to exchange spirit crystals

disciple shut their eyes

seemed perfectly willing to accept it. Even if they revealed the truth, many would be willing to walk

all. You forget each other the moment there's something in front of you. Do you think you can

of feeling sad? Will it change what's waiting

voice was

they looked at the source of the sound.

angrily. He looked like a provoked wild wolf, ready to pounce and bite the two of

was stunned. Looking over, the three of them looked like they