The Man’s Decree

Milton observed Jared sheathing his sword, clearly intending to challenge him in a test of physical strength. A scoff escaped him as he sneered, “Young man, I’ve weathered countless trials, relying only on my strength. Testing your might against mine is like bragging about swimming to a fish.”

A look of disdain twisted Milton’s features. He took a single step forward, and the earth beneath him seemed to tremble in response.

“Meteor Punch!” Milton roared as he unleashed another devastating blow. This time, his punch was unlike the last. It was accompanied by a flurry of afterimages, each one mirroring the fiery streak of a meteor, all speeding toward Jared.

Jared’s teeth clenched, and with a grim determination, he planted his feet firmly into the earth.

Boom!

One fist after another rained down on him like a barrage of shooting stars. The sheer force pushed Jared back, his body sliding and leaving two deep grooves in the ground as he struggled to hold his ground.

In that instant, Milton vanished from his position, reappearing before Jared in the blink of an eye.

He launched another punch, this one charged with the ferocity of a raging thunderstorm. The force was so immense it seemed to tear the very fabric of the air, creating a black hole in its wake.

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a fierce determination, he clenched his right fist, a radiant burst of golden light erupting from it.

Bam!

mid-air, the impact unleashed a violent tempest. The force of the clash created a turbulent

back with incredible speed, finally halting after several hundred meters. Jared, however, was sent flying, crashing into

and his gaze shifted toward Jared, now tinged with a hint less

blocking Jared’s escape, watched in

and Seth, despite both being at Ultimate Realm Level Two, were deeply shaken by the recent exchange. From the intensity of the battle, it was

deep pit that had formed beneath him. His body, though strengthened by the Golem Body and the Sacred Light Fist, still felt the weight of the overwhelming power disparity. Despite his exceptional talent and the might of

pushing through the pain that rippled through his body, as if every joint had been shattered. Without

Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator was indeed a force to be

gaze remained fixed on Milton, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. He was uncertain whether he should reveal some of his hidden strength now-or hold back, waiting

mockery to solemn seriousness. Jared’s relentless strength had gradually forced him to

cannot be allowed to remain. If left unchecked, he will undoubtedly become