A Man Like None Other

“Dumbo, come on then…” Jared beckoned to Gianto.

“Gianto, kill him. Don’t hold back,” Berserk Tiger bellowed.

Gianto gave a firm nod, then leapt onto the stage. His massive frame slammed onto the arena floor, making the whole Berserk Tiger House tremble. Dust shot into the air from the impact, swirling under the lights in a hazy mist.

Those copper-colored eyes of his locked onto Jared, flames of violence flickering in his pupils. Twin jets of steam shot from his flaring nostrils like an enraged beast from ancient times rousing from slumber.

“Little bug, I will squash you into a pulp!” Gianto‘s voice rolled like thunder, shaking the lanterns around the arena until their flames danced and flickered wildly.

He spoke with cruel excitement, as if already savoring the image of Jared crushed into pulp.

Jared, however, just smirked with scorn, lips curled into a dangerous arc. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean but well-defined arms, and beckoned lazily. “Come on. Let’s see what you’ve got, dumbo.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it rang clearly through the entire Berserk Tiger House, brimming with unshakable confidence.

Tiger threw back his head and let out a booming laugh. “Brat, get on your knees and beg now, and I might

a response. Instead, flexed his wrist, the knuckles

this seemingly weak opponent in front

Jared like a moving hill. The

force of sound. Then came his fist, a massive hammer of flesh tearing through the air, the sheer pressure

have leveled a

the audience clamped their hands over their ears. Some with weaker cultivation were knocked

their eyes, unwilling to watch

edge of the stage, Eason stood, sweating bullets. But seeing Jared’s calm demeanor, relaxed

his forehead and mumbled, “My dear

Jared simply shifted his body slightly, moving as gracefully as if was taking a leisurely

with a two-meter-wide crater. Debris

a sneer, his voice laced with open