NovelStart
A group of about 19 people came up behind Mark after he introduced himself, and they shot Jack a seemingly unfriendly gaze.
Jack frowned, immediately knowing that there would be trouble the moment he heard they were from the Unbreaking Pavilion.
Jack raised an eyebrow as he sneered, “Are you trying to cause me trouble? Feel free to try, but with just your group, you’ll just die on the spot if
you try anything.”
Mark’s expression soured at those words. He had wanted to be cordial with Jack, yet Jack’s straightforwardness ruined that. Mark failed to even
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmaintain his smile.
Mark snorted. “This is the entry plaza, and the laws of Prosper City protect it. If you try anything here, you’ll be struck by lightning before you can
even do anything!”
Jack raised an eyebrow, knowing that was indeed the case. “We’ll fight outside, then,” said Jack. “All twenty of you can fight me at the same
time.”
Jack was not worried despite their numbers. They might be from the Unbreaking Pavilion, but they were true and blue alchemists, and to him,
they were mere ants.
They were just warriors that were at the early stage of the innate level, forcibly raised to the late stage by the laws of the world. Even if 20 of
them worked together, Jack could easily overwhelm them all.
Mark grew angrier at Jack’s tone, so much so that he started to pant as he almost lost his composure.
“Stop trying to act like a hero,” scoffed Mark, his eyes narrowed. “Everyone knows how strong the disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion are. You
won’t be able to beat twenty of us no matter how skilled you are!”
All Jack wanted was to hurry up and get rid of the problem, his words were not intended to solely humiliate anyone.
Hearing Mark’s words, Jack raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do it eventually. Don’t think that no one can stand up to you just because you’re a disciple of
the Unbreaking Pavilion. Since you can’t stop me, move. If you want to continue spouting nonsense, just hurry back. Your words won’t affect me
at all.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHearing Jack’s words caught Mark off-guard. His hands trembled as he slowly turned pale. Jack had not bothered to hold back at all!
Mark narrowed his eyes. “Jack, this isn’t a place where you can do whatever you want to. I know you’re not weak, but this is Prosper City. I don’t
know where you got those robes you’re wearing…”
Jack raised a hand to stop Mark before he could finish.
“Can you please shut up? These robes are mine. I got the sixth-grade alchemist badge myself. Are you the only one who can be an alchemist?
You’re not strong enough and chose the path of an alchemist. Does that mean that others aren’t allowed to be good at both?”
Silence immediately blanketed the atmosphere as Mark’s eyes widened, finding himself unable to reply. Mark’s hands were clenched as they
trembled. The other 19 alchemists from the Unbreaking Pavilion widened their eyes as well. They looked at Jack with gritted teeth but were
tumble to say anything.
Rudy, meanwhile, could not stop himself from giggling.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
