The Man's Decree

They thought Jared was clearly overestimating his capabilities. If someone like Judd, who was on par with Thiago, had said this, it could perhaps be considered as a display of confidence and toughness.

When Jared said it, however, it was nothing more than a joke, a blatant overestimation of his own abilities.

How could a Fourth Level Tribulator compare with an Eighth Level Tribulator?

They were four levels apart.

And the higher the level, the greater the difference between each level.

Judd frowned and said to Jared with a hint of anger, “Axel, please stop talking. I will find a way to help you get into the inner court.”

“Judd, all you need to do is sit back and enjoy the show.” Jared gave a casual smile, then turned his gaze to Thiago. “Since the initial assessment has been nullified, the original bet is off as well. Let’s start a new bet. If you beat me, you can still take the spirit coins that I’ve put up.”

“All right, if you beat me, I’ll give you my spirit coins. And every time I see you, I’ll greet you as my boss,” Thiago readily agreed, thinking that Jared was practically giving away his money.

“Where’s the arena? Let’s get this over with now. I don’t have much time to waste on you,” Jared said.

“Axel-”

and Carla tried to persuade Jared. However, Jared waved his

Thiago leaped up, with Jared

abilities would be exposed. Revealing

else also trailed behind them. Such a challenge, with a gap of

He was filled with

Axel so

wore an expression of intense anxiety and even had someone inform

the message could be delivered was uncertain. After all, not just anyone

impulsive. It would be such a shame if

anxious as well, thinking it would be such a pity for a wonderful person to be

You can knock him out. This kind

no idea about Thiago’s

chimed

forcibly take

seemed that Carla had made

disaster.

The arena, crafted from a unique type