“Emiliano, our master has already said that Mr. Chance is not a Demonic Cultivator,” Skyler hurriedly explained upon noticing the situation had gone south.
“If I say he’s a Demonic Cultivator, then he’s a Demonic Cultivator. Stop trying to argue with me.” Emiliano was in no mood to listen to Skyler’s explanation.
She wanted to say something, but Jared stopped her from doing so. “Stop wasting your breath on him. It’s impossible to change the mind of someone who’s hellbent on making excuses to accuse me. If he wants to avenge his brother, then let him do it. I’d like to see what he’s made of.”
With a flick of his wrist, Dragonslayer Sword materialized in Jared’s palm. The blade shone with a dazzling golden glow.
“Hahaha! How dare a mere Martial Arts Saint utter such words. My brother underestimated you, resulting in him being bested. But today, I’ll show you the difference between a Martial Arts Saint and a Martial Arts God.”
Emiliano pointed his sword at Jared, a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Jared cast an icy glance at his opponent and slowly curved his lips into a smile before revealing an expression of disdain.
“I’ll give you three attacks. If you manage to force me into launching a fourth attack, I’ll go with you,” he sneered. His words caused an uproar amongst the people that were present.
“Where on earth did he come from? How can a mere Martial Arts Saint be this arrogant?” “I heard he’s from Jadeborough. He’s just an ignorant fool. Clearly, he doesn’t know the true strength of a Martial Arts God.”
“Garthor made a mistake. He’s a Martial Arts God, yet he was too careless and allowed this kid to injure him. As a result, this kid is getting far too arrogant, even going as far as to look down on Martial Arts Gods.”
Some of the clan elders began talking amongst themselves. None of them believed that Jared could ever defeat Emiliano.
The gap between a Martial Arts Saint and a Martial Arts God was worlds apart. A Martial Arts God could crush a Martial Arts Saint as easily as they would with an ant.
“How dare you?” Emiliano roared as a powerful. aura burst forth from his body. The blade in his hand emitted rays of light that were almost blinding.
Emiliano moved at the speed of light. Multiple rays of light shone as he dashed straight toward Jared. The rays of light bursting forth from the man was strong enough to decimate a boulder into mere dust.
Skyler could not help but worry upon seeing the situation unfold. After all, Jared had just recovered and was likely unable to withstand Emiliano’s sharp moves.
Jared had put his life on the line back then to injure Garthor. This time, Emiliano was going in for the kill, and Skyler was unsure if Jared could withstand his opponent’s powerful strikes. She wanted to help, but she knew she was no match for Emiliano either.
At this moment, Jared narrowed his eyes as he observed his opponent’s attack. Emiliano was clearly planning to deal a fatal blow and defeat him in a single move.
Jared activated Golem Body, and a golden light shone from his body. He then swung his Dragonslayer Sword, emitting a great amount of sword energy in an instant, as he approached Emiliano..
The sharp blades and sword energy of both combatants collided, producing a deafening boom. Shockwaves upon shockwaves of martial energy spread out in all directions.
Everyone that was watching the battle had to release their aura to form a shield, just to protect themselves from the sheer impact of the martial energy.
When the dust eventually settled, all the onlookers could see was Jared, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, standing as still as a statue.
On the other hand, Emiliano had a darkened expression plastered on his face. He felt his cheeks burning in shame at the sight of Jared standing there, unharmed.
Emiliano was a Martial Arts God, yet despite his best efforts, he did not even manage to leave a scratch on Jared, a mere Martial Arts Saint. To make matters worse, there were many clan elders witnessing the battle.
The onlookers could not conceal the look of surprise in their expressions when they saw that Jared had not budged an inch nor sustained a single scratch from the attack.
“It seems that he’s quite powerful. No wonder he was so cocky…” Nedley remarked under his breath. Tucker Westwood, who had been standing behind Emiliano, was frowning as he glared at Jared.
“You were trying to hurt me with that? That’s a far cry from what your brother did,” Jared said, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. Anger was pumping through his veins when Emiliano heard this. There was nothing he hated more than being compared to Garthor.
