A Man Like None Other

Milton observed Jared sheathing his sword, clearly intending to challenge him in a test of physical strength. A scoff escaped him as he sneered, “Young man, I’ve weathered countless trials, relying only on my strength. Testing your might against mine is like bragging about swimming to a fish.”

A look of disdain twisted Milton’s features. He took a single step forward, and the earth beneath him seemed to tremble in response.

“Meteor Punch!” Milton roared as he unleashed another devastating blow. This time, his punch was unlike the last. It was accompanied by a flurry of afterimages, each one mirroring the fiery streak of a meteor, all speeding toward Jared.

Jared’s teeth clenched, and with a grim determination, he planted his feet firmly into the earth.

Boom!

One fist after another rained down on him like a barrage of shooting stars. The sheer force pushed Jared back, his body sliding and leaving two deep grooves in the ground as he struggled to hold his ground.

In that instant, Milton vanished from his position, reappearing before Jared in the blink of an eye.

He launched another punch, this one charged with the ferocity of a raging thunderstorm. The force was so immense it seemed to tear the very fabric of the air, creating a black hole in its wake.

no fear-only a

right fist, a radiant burst of golden light erupting from it. In a swift motion,

Bam!

mid-air, the impact unleashed a violent tempest. The force of the clash created a turbulent rift

back with incredible speed, finally halting after several hundred meters. Jared, however, was sent flying, crashing into the ground with a deafening impact that created a deep crater several

toward Jared, now tinged with a

Gatlin, Cayan, and the others, who had been blocking Jared’s escape, watched in stunned silence.

by the recent exchange. From the intensity of the battle, it was clear: had they been the ones to face Jared’s punch,

out of the deep pit that had formed beneath him. His body, though strengthened by the Golem Body and the Sacred Light Fist, still felt the weight of the overwhelming power disparity. Despite his exceptional talent and the might of the Golden Dragon’s True Form, the

teeth, pushing through the pain that rippled through his body, as if every joint had been shattered. Without the protection of the Golem Body and his rigorous physical

Level Four cultivator was indeed

could push himself. His gaze remained fixed on Milton, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. He was uncertain whether he

seriousness. Jared’s relentless strength had gradually forced

be allowed to remain. If left unchecked, he will undoubtedly become a major threat to the