A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Before anyone could even comprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, its blade still dripping with fresh blood.

Gasp!

Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now replaced by utter astonishment.

Just moments ago, they were irate because Jared looked down on them, but now, they stood in awe. Witnessing a Third Level Tribulator dispatch a Fourth Level Tribulator with such precision and speed left them speechless.

Even for a Fifth Level Tribulator, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had accomplished it effortlessly.

Dillon, too, was profoundly astonished. He had underestimated Jared’s strength; he couldn’t fathom achieving such a feat himself.

One-Eyed stared at his fallen comrade, flabbergasted.

reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased

let you harm Mr. Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding

Dillon clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen

thundered as he wielded the Dragonslayer Sword. With each stroke, one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and

identical Jareds left the

was mirrored by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

were puzzled, wondering what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and

fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he noticed

Jared had used some sort of illusion to

once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a determined