A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

“Dumbo, come on then…” Jared beckoned to Gianto.

“Gianto, kill him. Don’t hold back,” Berserk Tiger bellowed.

Gianto gave a firm nod, then leapt onto the stage. His massive frame slammed onto the arena floor, making the whole Berserk Tiger House tremble. Dust shot into the air from the impact, swirling under the lights in a hazy mist.

Those copper-colored eyes of his locked onto Jared, flames of violence flickering in his pupils. Twin jets of steam shot from his flaring nostrils like an enraged beast from ancient times rousing from slumber.

“Little bug, I will squash you into a pulp!” Gianto‘s voice rolled like thunder, shaking the lanterns around the arena until their flames danced and flickered wildly.

He spoke with cruel excitement, as if already savoring the image of Jared crushed into pulp.

Jared, however, just smirked with scorn, lips curled into a dangerous arc. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean but well-defined arms, and beckoned lazily. “Come on. Let’s see what you’ve got, dumbo.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it rang clearly through the entire Berserk Tiger House, brimming with unshakable confidence.

laugh. “Brat, get on your knees and beg now, and I might let

not offering a response. Instead, flexed his wrist, the

Gianto inexplicably tense. His gut told that this seemingly weak opponent in

He advanced with his sturdy legs, charging at Jared like a

his fist, a massive hammer of flesh tearing through the air, the sheer pressure bending light and bursting with

punch could have leveled

over their ears. Some with weaker cultivation

even closed their eyes,

the stage, Eason stood, sweating bullets. But seeing Jared’s

“My

moving as gracefully as if

a two-meter-wide crater. Debris flew in all directions, and

a sneer, his