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.

you just wait and see...” Windmist narrowed his eyes as his expression turned grim. / have faith in him. There's

Windshadow stood in the arena, seething with rage as he glared at Jared. That one slap had shattered his ego and pride. { didn't

no longer caring about abiding by the rules

what it takes to succeed. I said I'd beat the sh*t out

lips and his disdainful expression irked

me. Today, I'll show you

the ground, and his body immediately flew backward to

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

of the arena, which began

after, wisps of black vapor started rising from where the sword had pierced the

of them

looking confused