“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.
Berserk Tiger threw back his head and let out a booming laugh. “Brat, get on your knees and beg now, and I might let you die in one piece!”
Jared merely smirked, not offering a response. Instead, flexed his wrist, the knuckles producing a crisp sound.
This seemingly casual move made Gianto inexplicably tense. His gut told that this seemingly weak opponent in front of was far from being as simple as appeared.
Gianto made the first move. He advanced with his sturdy legs, charging at Jared like a moving hill. The ground beneath his feet cracked with each step took.
He let out a deafening roar that made the arena’s shield ripple under the force of sound. Then came his fist, a massive hammer of flesh tearing through the air, the sheer pressure bending light and bursting with a high-pitched boom.
That punch could have leveled a hill!
People in the audience clamped their hands over their ears. Some with weaker cultivation were knocked down by the wind force alone, their faces pale with fear.
Several spectators even closed their eyes, unwilling to watch Jared get obliterated.
At the edge of the stage, Eason stood, sweating bullets. But seeing Jared’s calm demeanor, relaxed a little.
He wiped his forehead and mumbled, “My dear son-in-law, you must hang in there…”
However, Jared simply shifted his body slightly, moving as gracefully as if was taking a leisurely stroll in a garden.
The colossal fist narrowly missed him, striking the arena instead. Instantly, the specially made obsidian arena was left with a two-meter-wide crater. Debris flew in all directions, and the area was quickly shrouded in a cloud of dust and smoke.
“Too slow,” Jared said with a sneer, his voice laced with open mockery.
Jared let out a scoff, his voice laced with undisguised mockery. His figure suddenly blurred, and in the next instant, was already behind Gianto. His speed was so fast that didn’t even leave an afterimage.
“What?”
Berserk Tiger shot to his feet, eyes bulging in disbelief. He clenched the armrest of his seat so hard it shattered, wooden splinters falling between his fingers.
Jared hopped lightly onto Gianto’s shoulder, landing like a leaf drifting down from a tree.
He crouched and gave Gianto’s stubbled cheek a little pat, voice full of casual teasing. “Didn’t your mom ever teach you to watch your back, dumbo?”
Enraged, Gianto reached out to grab Jared, who was perched on his shoulder, only to clutch at thin air. Jared had already nimbly moved to his other shoulder, thoroughly enjoying the game.
“D*mn mouse! Get down from there!” Gianto thrashed furiously, slapping at his own shoulders, but every attempt missed by a whisker.
In Jared’s eyes, his movements were as slow as a snail’s crawl.
