A Man Like None Other

“I’m not running, and I don’t need anyone to save me. I’ll just stay here and listen to your shameless big talks. You should know better than anyone how many times I’ve evaded you,” Jared uttered nonchalantly while leaning on his Dragonslayer Sword.

Jared’s remark made Wrey seethe with anger. He hadn’t expected Jared, who was on the verge of his limits, to still dare to talk back to him in that insolent manner.

“Brat, you’re bloody stubborn. I swear I’ll torment you to my heart’s content today.” Enraged, Wrey unleashed his overwhelming aura to envelop Jared. At that moment, Ultimate Force within Jared’s body glimmered, but Jared continued to suppress it from bursting forth.

He gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the profound aura emanated from Wrey while saying disdainfully, “I heard someone peed in his pants from fright when encountering a Manifestor. Was that you? Wetting your pants when you ran into a Manifestor while acting haughtily toward those inferior to you. You’re no different from a spineless cur!”

Jared provoked Wrey continuously because when someone was beside themselves with fury, they wouldn’t be able to think straight and would also be less observant. Jared wanted to make Wrey lose his keen vigilance. Otherwise, the latter would soon discover the force within him.

heard Jared saying the words “peed their pants.” He balled his fist

leaf. Only after flying hundreds of meters did Jared land heavily, forming a deep crater on the ground. Jared, who

spat out a mouthful of blood. At that moment, his

still got hurt after enduring a punch from Wrey. If it weren’t because Jared

they were astounded and

A darkened expression spread across Wrey’s countenance. Jared was already at his limits, yet his punch still couldn’t

Wrey felt utterly humiliated. Wetting his pants was very embarrassing for

the blood. trickling down the corner of his mouth. Wrey blew a gasket, listening to Jared’s mockery. The hair on his scalp bristled, and his clothes billowed