However, the death rate never truly dissuaded many challengers. Most of them still felt the urge to fight for 150
million spirit crystals.
The three of them had gone to figure out the rules upon their arrival, but they had not been able to witness how
strong the three different fighters were.
Lourain raised an eyebrow and said, "Jack, do you think I'd be able to defeat the silver-armored fighters? I get that I
won't be able to beat the golden-armored fighter, but I can try the silver- armored fighter..."
He trusted in Jack's evaluation, having witnessed his true skills ever since the Seven Deaths Array.
When they were in the Capture Hall, everything Jack said proved that he was not a braggart or put himself on a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpedestal. He was grounded in reality, and someone of that nature would typically be accurate in their judgment.
Jack raised an eyebrow before he looked at Lourain.
Lourain seemed to be looking at him with an intense look as if trying to prove something or gain his approval on
whatever it was in his mind. However, Jack would normally never lie unless the circumstances required it.
He shook his head decisively, saying calmly, "You might not even pass the steel-armored fighters, let alone the
silver-armored ones. The seventh room has only one steel-armored fighter, so you may win there, but you might
falter in the sixth room because there are two in there. With your skills, you'll probably be able to deal with one of
them if you do your best."
As for the rest, there was no need for Jack to elaborate, Marth and Lourain knew what he meant.
A glint of displeasure flashed in Lourain's eyes upon hearing this evaluation, deeming himself not as bad as Jack
thought. Of course, he would have cursed anyone else if they gave such an evaluation, but this was Jack.
No matter how unhappy he was about it, he had to come to terms with it.
Was he that weak, though?
Would he only be able to get through the seventh room and would lose in the sixth room?
That just made him feel so weak!
Marth sighed, not saying anything. Lourain was slightly stronger than he was, and if Lourain could barely get past
the seventh room, Marth had no reason to entertain the possibility of faring any better.
Recalling how greedy he was, it felt like a joke. It did look like he was suicidal.
"It's started! Who do you think will survive this time?" exclaimed a tall warrior.
The warrior next to him was looking at the challenger in the middle. "I think Zelter will be fine! He's quite strong
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeven among the stronger warriors. He might not be at the top thirty, but he should still be in the top fifty."
Jack did not really bother with that. After all, the top fifty meant nothing to him-he could defeat them in one blow.
However, it was different for Lourain and Marth. They could not even be considered above average. The top fifty
was a lofty position in their eyes. Just a random match like that had someone so capable in it.
There were tens of thousands of warriors that were considered above average. To be in the top fifty among all of
them meant that this person was definitely strong.
Just as the two of them were feeling shocked, someone said, "I think Looney will do well! I've seen him fight, and he
always seems to have something more up his sleeve. No one knows how strong he actually is. This time, he won't
hold back for sure. Otherwise, I doubt he'd be able to win!"