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.

his full strength. If he had, they wouldn’t have just been

though they were only at Level One and Two, their combined strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four. Yet

the one who wanted me dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with a calm smile, his

nervously toward Claude, who was now watching Jared with narrowed eyes and a newfound

Claude said softly, his voice carrying

his face hardened. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he gestured for his men to attack again. “Everyone, let’s hit him together. I

charged once more, their combined power bearing down

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

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground,

had to suppress his human aura and relied solely on the strength of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he

his