A Man Like None Other

“Butterfly Storm!” Keaton let out a low roar, abruptly swinging both hands.

In an instant, the countless butterfly daggers transformed into a massive storm barrier, shielding him.

Amidst the storm, the daggers spun like lightning, emitting a humming sound. It was as if countless butterflies were dancing wildly in the wind.

The Sacred Light Fist clashed fiercely with the Butterfly Storm, resulting in a deafening roar.

The golden punch and the silver storm intermingled in the air, creating a dazzling light show. The patrons in the tavern each covered their ears, their eyes filled with awe and shock.

“This… This punch is so powerful.” Red Ghost widened his eyes, watching the mid-air duel in disbelief.

A faint smile played at the corners of Stefan’s mouth, his eyes flashing with a hint of excitement.

“Indeed, Jared is no ordinary lad,” remarked. “He doesn’t need a sword at all. Just one punch from is enough to shake even the most formidable figures in the Immortal Realm Level Four.”

In mid-air, Jared’s fist shadows were gradually consumed by the Butterfly Storm, yet the expression on the face of Keaton did not ease up.

continuously gathering strength within the storm,

softly, his figure suddenly

a golden glow. With a

in shock,

technique. The power

the void, everything around seemed

smile on his face had already faded as silently watched

nascence

a hint of seriousness

that he’s backed by people from the celestial realm? Otherwise, how

staring, their faces filled with

Fraser swallowed hard, his face a picture

crowd, Tennyson felt a surge of relief in his heart. If hadn’t chosen to

corner of the crowd, Skylar and Josephine had also been keenly observing Jared’s

slew Nikodem and now battled with Keaton, employing celestial skills like the Sacred Light Fist and the Immortal’s Point, a profound sense of disparity welled up within