A Man Like None Other

A collective gasp caught in everyone’s throats. The notion of a First Level Tribulator cultivator standing motionless while being assaulted by a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator was beyond their imagination.

It resembled an adult striking an immobile child, a scenario too unsettling to fathom. Proclus’ palm hit Jared’s chest, and the tremendous force caused his figure to sway. He retreated several steps. Indeed, Proclus was formidable as a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator.

Jared sensed the turbulence of his internal energy. A surge of blood reached his throat, but he staunchly suppressed it. At that instant, Jared developed a fresh appreciation for the resilience of his physical form.

When Jared understood that using his Golem Body would neutralize Proclus attack, a confident smile graced his features. He gave a polite bow.

Everyone stared blankly at Jared, their eyes filled with disbelief.

himself gazing at Jared incredulously. It was unfathomable to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared had merely taken a few

couldn’t help but express their excitement upon seeing that Jared was

of Creston Sect, a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator, he

man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see you haven’t even exerted half of your

his usual excuse. However, Proclus shook his head and admitted, “While I didn’t use my

lying but chose to be straightforward.

do you still remember our

nodded. He then addressed Dimas, stating, “You instigated the attack, and in self-defense, he broke your arm. You should be held responsible. As per the rules, you must leave Creston

in disbelief. “Mr. Lunawick, I came here with my master.

broke the rules, so

my disciple?” Dimas was feeling

in a black robe walked over. It was Helmut Koritnik, the head of Bloodroot Peak. Seeing him, both Dalton and Rosetta reluctantly greeted, “Mr.