Lahat ng Kabanata ng No. 1 Supreme Warrior: Kabanata 1941 - Kabanata 1950

The third light lit up for a second but no matter what that was enough for him to pass the test. Ambrose’s voice rang across the crowd once more, “Third light one second. Please stand behind me so I can put down your registration later.”“Thank you organizer!” said Beardie, grinning from ear to ear as he went to stand behind Ambrose. The crowd was looking at him with envy and all the doubts they had about him disappeared completely. However, the cocky expression on the big man’s face made them wish they could slap the smirk out of his face with their own hands. Power was everything in this world and the big man had used his strength to prove that he could pass the test. That alone made him stronger than most of the people present. However, a young man who was standing in front of Fane was still unconvinced of the big man’s power. “Why are you acting so proud? The third light lit up for only one second. You’ve barely passed the test! You’re acting as if you lit up the fourth light!”

Morton’s clan was naturally inferior in comparison to the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Nonetheless, his clan was one of the few great clans in his city and he had been brought up with the belief that he was chosen one, carrying the burden of making his clan proud.Then there was the fact that he had never faced failure before so it was no wonder he was extremely confident in himself. He felt he was unique and was not nurtured by the Dual Sovereign Pavilion only because of his age. However, he believed that once there, he would surely advance quickly in a short time. He would climb the metaphorical ladder and use the position of the internal disciple as a stepping stone. In good time, he would be promoted to an elder disciple, and then there’s no stopping him to become a chosen disciple. He might even hold important positions within the pavilion. His clan would surely be proud of him then. That was why he was unwilling to be deemed equal to Gerald—partly because of his confidence and par

Four lights immediately lit up which caused the crowd to gasp. However, it was impossible for Gerald to be satisfied with only four lights. His eye nearly popped out from their sockets as he willed the fifth light to light up. However, he was destined to be disappointed as eight seconds passed and the fourth light turned off.His result was the best so far. Anyone would be happy to get this kind of result but Gerald found himself unable to smile at all. His face looked as if someone had smeared ash all over it. “Fourth light eight seconds. Please come and stand behind me,” said Ambrose. There was a hint of pity in his voice. Although Gerald’s result was really impressive, it was obvious it was not up to his expectations. “Four lights only? I’m a disappointment,” said Gerald angrily. His entire face had become red and both of his hands were shaking. “This is impossible! There’s no way my power is only this much.” He was preparing to have another turn when Ambrose stopped him. “Ever

Fane quietly listened to the crowd’s discussion. At that moment, Morton was ready to give out the punch but then he went and did something stupid. He turned around and looked at Gerald with eyes full of provocation which caused Gerald to roll his eyes at him. Then, in a cold tone, he said, “Feast your eyes on my supreme power!” Upon saying that, he then slammed his fist covered in golden scales violently against the obsidian. The force was so strong that everyone could hear the rattling sounds coming from his bones. The obsidian pinged and the light immediately lit up. The strength of Morton’s attack was similar to Gerald with his being more fanciful. Everyone was staring at the lights with eyes wide open. They had been witness to their constant bickering and could not wait to see Morton’s result. If Morton was really more powerful than Gerald, then Gerald might have to eat his own words. Morton was in no rush to see his result. However, the crowd could clearly see only four li

Fane’s calmness made Zeph change his perspective on him for the better. Nonetheless, he had already accepted the money on the promise of taking Fane out. Therefore, there was no way in hell he would let Fane participate in the test nor let him leave this place alive. Zeph laughed coldly and turned to face the crowd. “Of course not! The reason I’m not allowing you to participate in the test is that you’re a spy sent by the Muddled Origin Clan.” A collective gasp escaped from the crowd’s lips as they turned to look at Fane with suspicions in their eyes. The fact that the accuser was Zeph made the accusation extremely believable. After all, why would someone of his status in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion lie about such a thing? What benefit could he possibly gain from doing so?Ambrose had no idea whether what Zeph said was true but he had always been the kind to play devil’s advocate to whatever position he held. He sneaked a glance at Fane and was similarly impressed by his calmness.