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.

life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a

surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display of strength moments

clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen

thundered 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 eyes blazed with an unmistakable murderous intent as they

of multiple identical Jareds left the dozen or

Sect and the other cultivators aboard the airship,

had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure was

It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!”

some sort

their mystical weapons

the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault