No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Chapter 3835

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.

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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.

In the Capture Hall, he had obtained two treasures. The treasures might have been alluring to most, but they were

not that useful to Jack at that moment.

All of a sudden, Jack felt a cold gaze from the crowd directed at him.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over, only to see Nalym looking at him with a venomous expression.

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

Jack was undaunted, not even fazed by its intensity.

Every person that Jack had conflicts with would look at him in the same way, and he was immune to it all. He would

not be affected by looks like that at all. The fact that he was willing to act like he did meant he did not care at all.

The time slowly reached its limit, and the caretaker quickly walked back to the transfer array.

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

the black-iron difficulty without any hesitation, returning the other two tokens to the caretaker.

Jack stood at the center.

When the caretaker arrived in front of Jack, he handed his tokens back. However, the crowd was shocked this time.

Monte had not bothered to look at Jack at all. After all, a third-grade world warrior daring to challenge this clearly

meant he was deranged.

Most third-grade-world warriors were nothing particularly remarkable. Even if there were a few who were above

average, they would not be anything special.

The Killing Hall was basically fatal to everyone but those who were at the higher rankings. Otherwise, everyone else

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would die-fact that did not need to be explicitly stated.

First of all, he did not know about that guy at all. He had heard about the warriors that were worth his notice, but he

had no impression of Lane Woole, Jack's nickname, at all. It meant that that man was not someone high up in the

rankings.

For someone like him to have signed up he was just looking to die. He was not even bothered to mock someone like

that and did not want to waste any time on that person.

Oddly enough, he heard the spectators gasping.

Monte looked over, and he was stunned when he saw the words on the token in Jack's hands.