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.

“Brat, get on your knees and beg now, and I

not offering a response. Instead, flexed his wrist, the

this seemingly weak opponent in front of was far from being as simple

at Jared like a moving

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

could have

cultivation were knocked down by the wind

closed their eyes, unwilling to watch Jared get

sweating bullets. But seeing Jared’s

forehead and mumbled, “My dear son-in-law,

body slightly, moving as gracefully as if was

made obsidian arena was left with a

a sneer, his voice laced with open