A Man Like None Other

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.

You’ll pay for this with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward

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

clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle,

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 brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their

multiple identical Jareds left the dozen or so

the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure was the real

Just continue your attacks!”

Jared had used some sort of illusion to

determination, the Demonic Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in his

as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the