A Man Like None Other

Ezio stood on the sidelines, his face tense with worry as he watched the scene unfold. Around them, other cultivators lingered at a safe distance, none daring to step in.

Beneath the ancient tree, Claude, dressed in pristine white, observed the confrontation with a look of amusement. His aura exuded arrogance, embodying the pride of the Draconians.

But when the dozen cultivators charged at Jared, Claude’s expression faltered.

Jared moved like a phantom, weaving effortlessly among them. Before anyone could react, the cultivators were sent hurtling back, landing in crumpled heaps beneath the ancient tree.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. Jared, a Ninth Level Tribulator, had utterly outclassed the group of Ultimate Realm cultivators.

This is absurd!

“Y-You…” The man picked himself up, staring at Jared in astonishment.

hadn’t even used his full strength. If he had, they wouldn’t have just been thrown back-they

at Level One and Two, their combined strength should have matched

weren’t you?” Jared said with a

Instead, he glanced nervously toward Claude, who was now watching Jared with narrowed eyes

said softly, his voice carrying

face hardened. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he gestured for his men to attack again.

cultivators charged once more, their combined power bearing down on Jared like

don’t learn,” Jared muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a sudden burst of movement,

Thud! Thud! Thud!

the ground. This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get back up. The leader coughed

of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he had unleashed his full potential, not a single person would have survived. Over a dozen cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, gravely injured

stunned silence, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t trust what he was seeing. His expression was a mixture of