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.

to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared

you’re amazing!” Dalton and Rosetta couldn’t help but express their excitement upon seeing that Jared

from shock to shame. As an elder of Creston Sect, a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator,

had used your full strength, this young man would undoubtedly

excuse. However, Proclus shook his head and admitted, “While I didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than eighty percent of my power. This fellow’s physical body is indeed

didn’t follow Dimas’ example of lying but chose to be straightforward. In terms of integrity, Proclus

you still remember our agreement?”

addressed Dimas, stating, “You instigated the attack, and in self-defense, he broke

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

you came here with. You broke the rules, so you

Dimas was feeling somewhat

black robe walked over. It was Helmut Koritnik, the head of