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.

head and let out a booming laugh. “Brat, get on your

response. Instead, flexed

Gianto inexplicably tense. His gut told that this seemingly weak opponent in front of

sturdy legs, charging at Jared like a moving hill. The ground

force of sound. Then came his fist, a massive hammer of flesh

have leveled

ears. Some with weaker cultivation were knocked down by the wind

spectators even closed their eyes, unwilling

Eason stood, sweating bullets. But seeing

forehead and mumbled, “My dear son-in-law, you must hang

as gracefully as if was

specially made obsidian arena was left with a two-meter-wide crater. Debris flew

sneer, his voice laced with