The Man’s Decree

“Dumbo, come on then…” Jared beckoned to Gianto.

“Gianto, kill him. Don’t hold back,” Berserk Tiger bellowed.

Gianto gave a firm nod, then leapt onto the stage. His massive frame slammed onto the arena floor, making the whole Berserk Tiger House tremble. Dust shot into the air from the impact, swirling under the lights in a hazy mist.

Those copper-colored eyes of his locked onto Jared, flames of violence flickering in his pupils. Twin jets of steam shot from his flaring nostrils like an enraged beast from ancient times rousing from slumber.

“Little bug, I will squash you into a pulp!” Gianto‘s voice rolled like thunder, shaking the lanterns around the arena until their flames danced and flickered wildly.

He spoke with cruel excitement, as if already savoring the image of Jared crushed into pulp.

Jared, however, just smirked with scorn, lips curled into a dangerous arc. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean but well-defined arms, and beckoned lazily. “Come on. Let’s see what you’ve got, dumbo.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it rang clearly through the entire Berserk Tiger House, brimming with unshakable confidence.

his head and let out a booming laugh. “Brat, get on

offering a response. Instead, flexed his wrist, the

tense. His gut told that this seemingly weak opponent in front of was far from being

charging at Jared like a moving

force of sound. Then came his fist, a

could have leveled

Some with weaker cultivation were knocked down by the wind force alone, their faces

spectators even closed their eyes, unwilling to watch Jared

edge of the stage, Eason stood, sweating bullets. But seeing

his forehead and mumbled, “My dear son-in-law,

simply shifted his body slightly, moving as gracefully as if

arena was left with a two-meter-wide crater.

sneer,