A Man Like None Other

“Are you upset?” Jared asked coldly.

“Verily!” Phaethon’s eyes widened in defiance. I will grant you an opportunity,” Jared replied frostily. “We can engage in a fight. If you win, I’ll allow you to leave. But if you lose, you can only imagine the consequences.”

Phaethon was taken aback by the offer. “Are you serious?” He found it hard to believe that Jared would have the audacity to challenge him and then let him go if he won.

“Of course. With the condition that you win,” Jared replied with a nod.

Phaethon burst into laughter. “Well, aren’t you arrogant? You’re only at Fourth Level Body Fusion Realm, and you have the audacity to make such a proposition! Do you truly believe that old man is still possessing you?”

His aura burst forth. The injuries he suffered were superficial, so he wasn’t in danger.

Phaethon reasoned that Jared’s prior competence at the treasure trove was due to the presence of the elder of the Archaic Body cultivators within his body. Now that they were no longer connected, Phaethon believed Jared wouldn’t be able to match his strength.

the fire nascence blossomed and burst out of his body. He

him flying backward for several hundred meters. He

his feet. A menacing glint filled Phaethon’s eyes as he wiped away the blood from the corner

temperature soared as it approached. As

the sword’s power, causing three brilliant beams of light to shoot forth,

fabric of the void ruptured, and amidst

Boom, boom, boom!

to cave

as

not satisfied with the strength of this attack. Jared couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he

elder, and witnessing that level of power had left him longing

like were worried about him. Phaethon, despite his severe injuries, remained a formidable cultivator at Ninth Level Body Fusion