The Man’s Decree

Jun met Marcelo’s eyes fearlessly. “Are you Jared?” “You wish!” Marcello shook his head. “If so, I have no interest in dueling you. Get hold of Jared right now.”

His words nettled Marcelo greatly. Is he belittling me as he thinks I’m not as good as Jared? That was Marcelo’s final straw.

“You foolish ronin should think twice before assuming Jared is the sole expert in the entire martial arts world. I’m well capable of defeating you single-handedly”

With that, he drove his fist at Jun. Jun slanted his body slightly and ducked the blow with ease. He bounded into the air and landed in the courtyard.

At the failed attack, Marcelo followed closely behind before leaping up to deliver a kick.

Jun blocked his attack, the force of it pushing him several steps backward. Marcelo landed in front of Jun. “Do you still think I’m just some third-rate fighter?”

“I guess I take it back. As a Greater Martial Arts Marquis, you might prove yourself a worthy opponent.”

katana, which remained sheathed, and aimed a strike

at Jun’s refusal to deploy a weapon and stretched out his right hand. He caught hold of Jun’s scabbard, and their

area, and Marcelo felt a humungous driving force radiating from

the blade without any resistance and

his heart stutter before his aura diminished. Stumbling several steps back, he spat out a mouthful of

Jun mocked disdainfully as his glacial gaze surveyed the crowd. “Come on

it’s over

felt the stinging humiliation of being publicly bested. He reached for the Nine-section Whip at his belt. With

had enough of your

baton at Marcelo, and the sound of it slicing

behold! Jun swiftly used his katana as a