The Man’s Decree

“Windmist, it appears your disciple hasn't learned anything apart from how to pick up girls. As his mentor, what have you been doing? He just got slapped hard by someone from the mundane world. However, instead of an attack on your disciple, it's more of a slap in your face!”

Santiago crowed. Already deeply annoyed by how Windshadow had treated Hailey earlier, he seized the opportunity to get back at him.

Despite how humiliating those words were to Windmist, the latter said nothing.

“That can't possibly be the extent of Windshadow’s capabilities. I'm guessing things will get more interesting after this,” Quindon observed indifferently.

In truth, everyone knew Windshadow had yet to showcase his true powers and had only gotten slapped by Jared because he underestimated the latter.

Windshadow looked down on Jared because he was from the mundane world. On top of that, Jared's aura was only that of a Third Level Spirit

Replicator, leading Windshadow to let his guard down even more.

Had Jared not rung the Dragon Bell and summoned nine golden dragons, Windshadow probably would not have challenged him to a battle. After all, it was beneath his dignity to compete with people from the mundane world.

grim. / have faith

one slap had shattered his ego and pride. { didn't expect

me off now. I'm going to kill you!” he roared, no longer caring

said I'd beat the sh*t out of you, and that's what I'll do. So, be prepared

and his disdainful

can rely on flashy techniques to beat me. Today, I'll show you just what I'm capable of!” With that, Windshadow's aura raged, churning up shockwaves that swept in all

pushed himself lightly off the ground, and

latter nodded at him. The father-and-son duo appeared to be silently communicating with each

center of the arena, which began to emit a bright glow. The entire arena shook violently, and something seemed to

where the sword had pierced the floor, gradually spreading and gathering

everyone. Many of them shifted their gazes

confused