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.

the air thickened, an even fiercer battle was on

shame, they’re planning to gang up on you. Don’t fall for it!”

no shame? Jared just finished a battle and hasn’t

words sparked a response. “If you want

that declaration, cultivators from Twilight Imperial City rose to their feet,

uneasy glances. For a moment, none of them could find the right

scene unfold, his eyes

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

nodded. “I’ll take care

transformed into a streak of black

an intense battle, and his energy was

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

across the battlefield like an unseen tempest. The suffocating pressure it carried instantly

Infinides. He held a cane in his hand, his presence

when yet another adversary lunged at him.

burned with fury as glared at Infinides, his voice laced with venom. “Old

do as I please! If

snarled, wasting