A Man Like None Other

Jared landed lightly, his stance composed and unwavering.

With a calm gaze, turned to Rostam and asked, “Do you still have the strength to continue?”

Rostam clenched his fists, resentment flickering in his eyes. Yet, knew all too well the chasm that separated his strength from Jared’s.

Taking a deep breath, sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect. “Jared, your strength is undeniable. I admire your skill. Today, I was outmatched. In this duel, I admit defeat.”

With that, turned and rejoined the remaining seven swordsmen.

The others, having witnessed Rostam’s defeat, were visibly shaken. They exchanged silent glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes. However, their pride as swordsmen would not allow them to retreat, especially with Stefan watching from behind.

Without a word, the seven simultaneously drew their swords, their auras surging to their peak in unison.

“Jared, since you’re so formidable, the seven of us will take this opportunity to learn from you,” one of them declared, his voice steady, carrying an air of fearless resolve.

Jared stood at the center of the encirclement, unfazed by the seven swordsmen surrounding him. Instead of fear, a spark of exhilaration lit up his smile. “All right, let‘s see for ourselves, just how capable are the rest of you aside from Rostam?”

Once again, sword intent radiated from his body, a dazzling white light engulfing him. He stood there like a war deity descending upon the mortal realm, his presence suffused with an overwhelming aura.

air thickened, an even

shame, they’re planning to gang up on you. Don’t fall for it!” Fraser abruptly stepped in front of

to the seven swordsmen, sneered, his gaze filled with contempt. “Have you all no shame? Jared just finished

voice rang with indignation, and his words sparked a response. “If you want a fight, come at us instead! Don’t think

their feet, their fighting spirit ignited, ready to

seven remaining swordsmen exchanged uneasy glances. For a moment, none of them could find the right words to

the scene unfold, his eyes

Ghost. “Red Ghost, why don’t you step in and have a little spar with

Ghost nodded. “I’ll take care of and

an instant, transformed into a streak of black light,

battle, and his energy was far from recovered. If were forced into another fight now, wouldn’t stand a

as despair threatened to creep in, a voice echoed through the sky, calm yet brimming with authority. “Consecutive battles?

suddenly descended, sweeping across the battlefield like an unseen tempest. The suffocating pressure

in his hand, his presence exuding an air of ethereal

adversary

voice laced with venom.

out a sharp, disdainful laugh. “Stay out of it? I’ll do as I please! If you have a problem with that, then come

snarled,