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.

he had, they wouldn’t have just been thrown back-they

strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four. Yet they had been powerless

one who wanted me dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with

man didn’t answer. Instead, he glanced nervously toward Claude, who was now watching Jared with narrowed eyes and a

his voice carrying an air

man hesitated for a moment, then his face hardened. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he gestured for his men to

combined power bearing down on Jared like a

head. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he swung his fists with

Thud! Thud! Thud!

air, crashing to the ground. This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get

and relied solely on the strength of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he had unleashed his full potential, not a single

silence, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t trust what