A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Milton observed Jared sheathing his sword, clearly intending to challenge him in a test of physical strength. A scoff escaped him as he sneered, “Young man, I’ve weathered countless trials, relying only on my strength. Testing your might against mine is like bragging about swimming to a fish.”

A look of disdain twisted Milton’s features. He took a single step forward, and the earth beneath him seemed to tremble in response.

“Meteor Punch!” Milton roared as he unleashed another devastating blow. This time, his punch was unlike the last. It was accompanied by a flurry of afterimages, each one mirroring the fiery streak of a meteor, all speeding toward Jared.

Jared’s teeth clenched, and with a grim determination, he planted his feet firmly into the earth.

Boom!

One fist after another rained down on him like a barrage of shooting stars. The sheer force pushed Jared back, his body sliding and leaving two deep grooves in the ground as he struggled to hold his ground.

In that instant, Milton vanished from his position, reappearing before Jared in the blink of an eye.

He launched another punch, this one charged with the ferocity of a raging thunderstorm. The force was so immense it seemed to tear the very fabric of the air, creating a black hole in its wake.

fear-only a burning resolve

fierce determination, he clenched his right fist, a radiant burst of golden light erupting from

Bam!

a turbulent rift in the

sent flying, crashing into the

furrowed slightly, and his gaze shifted toward Jared, now tinged

others, who had been blocking Jared’s escape, watched in stunned silence. Their faces mirrored the shock of the

Seth, despite both being at Ultimate Realm Level Two, were deeply shaken by the recent exchange. From the intensity of the battle, it was clear: had they been the ones to face Jared’s punch, they would have been sent flying with little hope

Sacred Light Fist, still felt the weight of the overwhelming power

joint had been shattered. Without the protection of the Golem Body and his rigorous physical training, that last punch would have

was indeed a force to be

he could push himself. His gaze remained fixed on Milton, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. He was uncertain whether he should reveal some of his hidden strength now-or hold back, waiting for the right

relentless strength had gradually forced him to take the young warrior seriously, something he

unchecked, he will undoubtedly become a