A Man Like None Other

Jun met Marcelo’s eyes fearlessly. “Are you Jared?” “You wish!” Marcello shook his head. “If so, I have no interest in dueling you. Get hold of Jared right now.”

His words nettled Marcelo greatly. Is he belittling me as he thinks I’m not as good as Jared? That was Marcelo’s final straw.

“You foolish ronin should think twice before assuming Jared is the sole expert in the entire martial arts world. I’m well capable of defeating you single-handedly”

With that, he drove his fist at Jun. Jun slanted his body slightly and ducked the blow with ease. He bounded into the air and landed in the courtyard.

At the failed attack, Marcelo followed closely behind before leaping up to deliver a kick.

Jun blocked his attack, the force of it pushing him several steps backward. Marcelo landed in front of Jun. “Do you still think I’m just some third-rate fighter?”

“I guess I take it back. As a Greater Martial Arts Marquis, you might prove yourself a worthy opponent.”

remained sheathed, and aimed a strike

breath at Jun’s refusal to deploy a weapon and stretched out his right hand. He caught hold of Jun’s scabbard, and their

loud boom resonated in the area, and Marcelo felt

through the blade without

heart stutter before his aura diminished. Stumbling several steps back, he spat out a mouthful

as his glacial gaze surveyed the crowd. “Come on out and face me,

over for

publicly bested. He reached for the Nine-section Whip at his belt. With a flick of his wrist, it instantly transformed

enough of your empty talk. Let’s get

sound of it slicing through the air reverberated throughout

Arts Marquis was something to behold! Jun swiftly