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”You must be thinking that Jack must be from the Chaos Continent or Lycan Continent at worst, but that’s not the
case. This person comes from the weakest continent there is, Hestia!”
Jake’s expression was completely twisted as he said all of that.
When he found out the information, Jake refused to believe that a brat from Hestia was able to cause the Azure
Clan so much trouble. Even chosen disciples were no match for him.
He knew very well the kind of place Hestia was. It was a completely resource-deprived place. He thought that the
strongest warrior from that place would only be able to be a runner disciple or an outer disciple, yet all of the
sudden, a phoenix from a garbage dump raised and became a dark horse.
When Guardio heard that, his eyes widened abruptly. “What did you say? This guy is from the Hestia Continent?!”
As he said that, his face was full of disbelief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKnowing the sort of place Hestia was, he was completely mystified that such a worthless place produced a warrior
as strong as Jack, and the shock was evident on his face. Even him working together with Jake would not be able to
beat him!
He did not doubt the truth in Jake’s words. He knew that no matter how flawed Jake was, Jake was a prideful
warrior, so the fact that Jake said all of that indicated that it was true.
Guardio’s lips twitched, and he started to look at Jack with a completely different expression. Even his emotions
started to feel a bit twisted.
The fact that he could not even stand up to a brat from a worthless third-grade world kept on echoing in his head.
He could not accept it, but there was nothing he could do about that. The truth was right in front of him. Unless he
was crazy enough to try to work with Jake to fight Jack, he would need to accept it.
There were thousands upon thousands of warriors in Weinhord City’s Three Deer Stage. Among those warriors, a
third were from second-grade worlds while the rest were from third-grade worlds. They were all gathered there to
witness the final results of the slaughter game.
The ones who survived the slaughter game would be sent to the Three Deer Stage, and the top-three placements
would be revealed in a massive scroll.
Some of the warriors gathered there were waiting for their fellow disciples, while the others were just there to
watch the show.
Most of the warriors from third-grade worlds looked visibly grim. They had been pushed around by the warriors
from second-grade worlds, and each time they looked at a warrior from a third-grade world, they would feel
incredibly uncomfortable.
As time slowly passed, the warriors gathered gradually lost their patience, especially the warriors from third-grade
worlds.
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A warrior from the Lycan Continent said to his fellow disciple, “What’s taking so long? Why hasn’t it ended? It’s
already a day later than any other slaughter game before! Did something happen? Is the situation completely
messed up? Why aren’t they out yet? We were told to wait for their triumphant return, and I hope nothing bad
happened.”
His junior next to him frowned and said, “There shouldn’t be any problems. They just have to wait until a hundred
and twenty people die for the game to end. Perhaps the ones who entered this time are closer in skill, so the battles
last longer. That might be why it’s been dragged on for so long.”
The moment he said that, the warriors next to them joined the conversation as well. Even though they did not know
each other, it did not stop them from talking.
A warrior from the Chaos Continent said, “Something unexpected must’ve happened for the time to drag on, I can
almost feel it. Still, it shouldn’t be so long. At the very most, it’d be half a day. It’s already a day, but there are no
signs of them coming out. I wonder how much longer we’ll have to wait. I’m starting to get anxious.”
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