Ethan Smith's face was ice-cold, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the black ball in Jordan Richards' hand.
If he guessed correctly, this black ball must have been made from Black Gold Stone and specially refined.
This was one of the reasons why Ethan Smith had always been wary of Jordan Richards.
As a member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, he possessed an endless amount of treasures, which Ethan Smith could never compare to.
"Ethan Smith, you have repeatedly ignored the rules. If I don't punish you, how can I lead the team?" Jordan Richards said coldly.
Ethan Smith squinted and said, "Jordan Richards, stop being pretentious. If I'm not mistaken, aside from the treasures, there's another purpose for this trial, isn't there?"
Jordan Richards sneered, "What does it matter if it's true or not? You're already here."
Ethan Smith's aura was rapidly rising, and he had already prepared for a great battle.
