With only a few words, Jack rendered everything he did invalid while he trampled on his pride.
At that moment, Lionel felt like a useless dog. He could even hear how everyone tried to hold back their laughter,
but it was evident they were mocking him. They mocked him for not knowing his place as well as for Jack's
nonchalance about him.
That humiliation felt like a flame that burned through all his organs.
Lionel's face was completely red, and his hands trembled.
He took a deep breath as he tried to stop his trembling. He could not let anyone else see his anger, knowing that
their laughter would only intensify if they saw how irritated and emotional he was on the matter. He did not want to
seem pathetic.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, Lionel hated Jack to the bone. All these people jeered at him, and it was all Jack's fault.
To everyone else, however, Lionel only had himself to blame.
It was not like Jack had to accept him as a follower; it was all up to the man himself. Even though Lionel was very
confident in himself, there were always exceptions to everything.
Over confidence was just narcissism, yet Lionel disregarded that. He merely planted all the blame onto Jack.
He blamed Jack for being blind and for trampling his dignity. In just a few breaths, various emotions played in his
head, and he even began plotting ways of taking revenge against Jack.
Even though Jack was incredibly skilled, it was not like there were a lot of valuable resources just lying around.
There was no way there would be enough of the most valuable things for everyone.
Someone who could stand at the top had suddenly shown up, which meant that he would definitely be taking
resources from those who were at his level. The others would naturally not be happy about that.
Lane Woole would no doubt be a name targeted by all warriors that were at the peak. Lionel just needed to give a
little push, and the others at that level would surely hate Lane to the core. He would get his revenge that way!
Vicious plans formulated in his mind.
At that moment, Jack had left the Killing Hall. The tablet he got from the Seven Deaths Array was once again
sending out its guiding light, but he was in no hurry to go to the next destination.
His two consecutive battles had garnered quite a lot of attention. If he continued to take the challenges, even
changing his name and looks would not be that useful. After all, it was easy to change his looks, but he could not
change his techniques.
Anyone who had seen him fighting would have memorized his techniques.
If he fought again, even if Jack changed his looks, he would still be recognized. Then, it would cause a chain
reaction, and everything he did to hide his identity would have been for naught.
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Jack had thought of a lot of the key problems in earnest. His appearance would definitely attract a lot of attention.
In particular, the warriors of the Star Continent saw him as a mortal enemy and would do everything they could
against him. To spare himself any unnecessary trouble, he needed to plan things out.
There were a few inns on the outskirts of Violet City, meant to be temporary resting spots for warriors. They were
also places to gain information. Everyone would regularly chat as they rested and had a drink there. They would
talk about their plans and talk about any strange happenings.
At that moment, Jack and the others had disguised themselves, and they would not be doing anything for the next
few days. As long as they made sure to be careful, they would not be recognized.
There was no waiter in the inn, and there was only a caretaker who stood in a corner.
They only provided warm water and cutlery for the warriors. Anything else would have to be supplied by
themselves.