A Man Like None Other

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what had just happened. Even Dimas looked bewildered, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, Dimas felt a numbness in his arm. He didn’t manage to injure Jared. Instead, his own arm seemed to be slightly sore from the impact. However, under the scrutinizing gazes of the surrounding people, Dimas couldn’t afford to lose face.

“Kid, hand over the item. I only used thirty percent of my strength this time. If you don’t give it up, you won’t be so lucky next time.”

Dimas deliberately claimed to have used only thirty percent of his strength. This clarification helped others understand why a Fourth Level Tribulator cultivator couldn’t overpower a First Level Tribulator cultivator.

It was because he hadn’t used his full strength. As Dimas was about to retract his hand, Jared grabbed his wrist firmly.

“You think you can just attack me and run away? That’s not how it works.”

As Jared spoke, he suddenly exerted force, breaking Dimas’ wrist with a twist.

screamed in pain,

“Dimas!”

disciples from Bloodroot Peak who had tagged along

ambush me and break my arm? I swear I’ll tear you into pieces. Kill him!” Dimas

to attack

disregard the rules and attempt to fight

man wearing a robe suddenly approached them. He was an elder of Creston

“Mr. Lunawick, this man broke my

glance at Dimas arm and frowned immediately. He turned to Jared and demanded, “Don’t

attacked me first,” Jared

Proclus looked at

shook

you aren’t injured, how can you prove he attacked you first? Keep in mind that he is a Fourth Level Tribulator cultivator, and you are only a First Level Tribulator cultivator. With such a disparity, if he attacked first,

Jared’s