“Sir, I didn’t mean it. You’re just too fragile!” Jared said, somewhat embarrassed.
“Nonsense, and you think I wouldn’t dare to hit you? I could take you down, a mere Ultimate Realm cultivator, with just a simple exhale! Again!”
With a swift leap, the scholar soared high into the air, heading straight toward Jared.
Drawing from his experience with the first strike, Jared did not unleash the full power of the Dragonslayer Sword held In his hands.
Bang!
Jared struck again with his sword, sending the scholar flying once more. His body was now marred with several new wounds.
“What on earth is going on?” The scholar looked at the wounds on his body, his face flushed with anger
He couldn’t understand why his strength had suddenly diminished so drastically.
Just a couple of days ago, l battled a few rounds with someone… My strength certainly hadn’t decreased!
What’s going on?
“Put away your sword. Let’s have a fair fight!” The scholar gazed at the Dragonslayer Sword in Jared’s hand, aware that this was no ordinary weapon.
The issue must lie with the sword itself…
“All right, then…” Jared nodded, putting away the Dragonslayer Sword.
Upon seeing Jared sheath his Dragonslayer Sword, the scholar
gritted his teeth. A fierce determination ignited in his eyes as charged at Jared once again.
Jared watched as the scholar charged toward him. The initial worry had felt was long gone. Instead, a cold smirk graced his face.
“Sacred Light Fist!” Jared threw a punch, unleashing an explosion of golden light.
Bang!
Once again, the scholar was sent flying, his body crashing heavily onto the ground, fresh blood spilling from his mouth.
At that moment, Jared was completely at ease. It turned out the guard of the third level wasn’t all that, lacking any real skills. Yet, that scholar seemed to have an air of utter desolation about him.
“How could this be possible?!” the scholar roared.
Upon hearing the commotion inside the grand hall, Ararat also slowly made his way into the hall.
When saw the scholar, covered in wounds and a state of utter disarray, looked toward Jared in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend.
Since when had Jared become this formidable?
With just a few punches and kicks, the guard of the third level was taken care of.
“Mr. Goizeder, the guard of the third level is nothing compared to you and Kishor!” Jared explained to Ararat.
Startled, Ararat looked again at the scholar before him.
Suddenly, drew his sword and struck. His movements flowed like water, seamlessly executed in one breath.
“What are you planning to do?” The scholar was struck with fear, hastily attempting to defend himself. Despite his efforts, was sent flying with a single blow, his body bearing yet another wound.
With a hint of confusion, Ararat questioned, “Given your abilities, how could you possibly have the audacity to call our first and second-level guards trash?”
Upon hearing this, the scholar looked at Ararat in utter astonishment.
“Who are you?”
“I am the guard of the second floor, Ararat Goizeder…” declared Ararat.
“That’s Impossible. If you were a second-level guard, how could you have possibly left the second-level world?” The scholar shook his head, simply didn’t believe it.
“I managed to escape, all thanks to Mr. Chance. He not only freed me from my shackles but also shielded me from Heavenly Punishment,” Ararat said.
The scholar looked at Jared in astonishment. “You, an Ultimate Realm cultivator, can break the prisoner imprint and resist Heavenly Punishment?”
Jared nodded, not uttering a word.
“I won’t believe it unless you help me break through it too,” the scholar declared.
“I can help you break it, but there’s a price to pay,” Jared responded.
“What’s the price?” asked the scholar.
“Of course, you’ve followed me for three hundred years. You should listen to my words and fight for me. However, with your level of ability, you really can’t be of much help to me. You’re just too weak.” Jared looked at the scholar and spoke.
“I’m not weak. I’m an immortal from the celestial realm. Even at my weakest, how could I ever lose to an Ultimate Realm cultivator like you? It’s just that my abilities are suppressed, and now, my strength is barely a tenth of what it used to be!” the scholar argued loudly.
“Why are you imprisoned here?” Jared asked curiously, looking at the scholar. “You weren’t caught peeping on a young lady bathing, were you?”
“Nonsense. I’m a scholar and a gentleman. How could I possibly engage in such vulgar acts?” the scholar exclaimed in anger.
