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.

reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with

Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic

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.

of multiple identical Jareds left the

disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

Jared employing, how had

illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed

used some sort

mystical weapons slicing

Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in his

converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a