The Man's Decree

Chapter 683 Taste Of Death

At that moment, the ground below Xander had begun to crater. Despite how astounded he was at Jared’s boundless energy, Xander continued to hold his ground with gritted teeth.

Crack! Crack!

Soon, hairline cracks emerged on the energy wall before growing increasingly large.

With a drastic change in expression, Xander threw himself back.

Crash!

Upon his retreat, the wall disintegrated into thin air. Subsequently, the green arc that Jared had launched slammed into the ground by Xander’s feet.

On the arena, it left a trail of destruction so powerful that there was a one-meter-deep trench in the ground with rocks strewn in every direction.

By then, Xander had retreated to the edge of the arena where he dodged Jared’s attack by a whisker.

Jared narrowed his gaze. “If I were holding a real

speaking the truth. If Jared had used

to gloat. After training in seclusion for many years, I have managed to use the Cooper family’s techniques to achieve the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Consequently, a Grandmaster

as Xander spoke, he released a terrifying aura from his body, stirring up howling

began to stand while he waved at the air as if he was dancing like a madman. Every time he got hold of something, he would hurl

realized the lights looked

by the attacks, Jared didn’t dodge and allowed them to hit

he had gained a good understanding of Xander’s strength and his own defensive capabilities. Only with that

was heard.

a chain mail? I have never seen anyone who trained their

off the bronze breastplate he was wearing and threw

you can actually hurt

utterly humiliated

off his breastplate, a solemn