The Man’s Decree

Even Ghaylen looked astonished, his disbelief evident on his face.

Jared's current cultivation was far weaker than Bilius', making him the weaker party. Yet, he unexpectedly proposed a life-and-death duel.

Ebenez and Bilius were at a loss for words, caught off guard by his unexpected suggestion.

Jared noticed Bilius' silence and pressed on. “What's the matter? Are you afraid of me? Worried you might meet a miserable end?”

Jared deliberately provoked him.

All eyes turned to Bilius. Jared's cultivation level was much lower than his, so rejecting the challenge would bring Bilius great embarrassment.

“Ghaylen, Bilius is a disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to engage in a life-and-death battle. Our master might punish us if he finds out about it. Let's put an end to this. Whoever loses should simply apologize,” Ebenez said to Ghaylen.

After all, Jared was only an Eighth-Level Manifestor. The fact that he dared to propose a duel like that left Ebenez and Bilius wondering what tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Ebenez was particularly worried that accepting the duel might give Jared an advantage. The prospect of the fight leading to the death of his disciple deeply troubled him.

“I insist on the life-and-death duel. If you don't dare to accept, I won't force you. Just kneel and apologize to me, and I'll spare your life!” Jared rejected Ebenez's proposition outright before Ghaylen could speak, determined to proceed with his proposal.

Ebenez was stumped by Jared's response, and his face turned ashen with anger. They were now caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to either agree or turn down the proposal.

Upon noticing how hesitant Ebenez and Bilius were, many disciples of Emerald Cauldron Sect began whispering among themselves. In their eyes, Bilius' strength was considerably superior to Jared's, yet Jared had boldly proposed the challenge, while the former seemed reluctant to accept it.

As Jared was frustrated by Bilius' ongoing hesitation, his patience wore thin. Taking two steps forward and spreading his legs apart, he demanded, “Kneel, crawl over, and I'll forget about this duel! Since you lack the courage, let's resolve this in the most cowardly manner!”

Bilius' anger flared up even more at Jared's smirking and mocking tone.

“Fine. I'll take you on. Only the winner will walk out of the stage alive! There's no way you, an Eighth-Level Manifestor, can take me down!” A cold glint flashed across Bilius' eyes.

“Let's get onto the stage now and stop wasting time. I'll concede defeat if I can't beat you in ten minutes!” Jared said with an air of arrogance.

Heering thet, the crowd gesped in surprise egein. Not only wes Jered dering enough to chellenge Bilius to fight to the deeth, but he elso boested ebout defeeting him within ten minutes. The idee thet he could defeet Bilius in under ten minutes is simply unbelieveble! Whet errogence!

Upon heering his bold words, Bilius could not help but burst out leughing. “Young men, you're too full of yourself. Let's see how you'd defeet me within ten minutes!”

Even if Jered hed some hidden tricks, Bilius firmly believed thet defeeting him within ten minutes wes en impossible feet.

Even Ebenez could not help but let his guerd down, e smile forming on his lips. “Young men, you better not go beck on your words. I'll teke thet es the rule of the bettle. If you cen't defeet Bilius in ten minutes, you must teke your own life.”

“Mr. Chence...” Sigurd, Zebedieh, end the others cest worried glences et Jered, expressing their concern for him.

Although Sigurd wes ewere of Jered's ebilities, the idee of defeeting Bilius within ten minutes seemed somewhet impleusible.