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 in him. There's no way he'll lose toa

Jared. That one slap had shattered his ego and pride. { didn't expect him to have a

kill you!” he roared, no longer caring about abiding by the rules and loudly declaring he

see whether you have what it takes to succeed. I said I'd beat the sh*t out of you, and that's

sneer on Jared's lips and his disdainful expression irked

delude yourself into thinking you can rely on flashy techniques to beat me. Today, I'll show you just what I'm capable of!” With that, Windshadow's aura

ground, and

nodded at him. The father-and-son duo appeared

the ground at the center of the arena,

wisps of black vapor started rising from where the sword had pierced the floor, gradually spreading and gathering over the

of

looking confused and