Jared acted weak to prey on the strong with his Second Level Body Fusion Realm cultivation level. He didn’t even take cultivators at Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm seriously, let alone a cultivator at Third Level Body Fusion Realm.
“I shall accept the challenge,” Jared said to Jerison with a polite bow after approaching him. Jerison sized up Jared and said disdainfully. “Dude, was it you who secretly rescued Vasily?” “What do you think?” Jared neither admitted nor denied it, merely telling Jerison to make a guess.
“I guess it’s not you. A mere cultivator at Second Level Body Fusion Realm like you couldn’t have possibly saved Vasily. Still, how dare you accept this challenge considering your strength? Aren’t you afraid of death?”
Jerison was baffled, unable to fathom why Jared had the guts to go up on stage with his low cultivation level. After all, Jerison had displayed his strength earlier, and even Vasily, who was at Third Level Body Fusion Realm, was powerless to resist, so how could Jared, who was at Second Level Body Fusion Realm, have the courage to step up?
“I am afraid of death, but I’m too poor, so I wish to make some money,” Jared said with a faint smile.
“Ha! How ridiculous of you to come to this arena to make money with your inadequate strength. Do you think you can defeat me and take the stakes here?” Jerison was amused by Jared.
“I’m not sure either, but the stakes are so tempting that I can’t resist. How about this? You surrender and leave the arena, and I’ll collect the money and resources. We can skip the fight because I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Jared suggested with all seriousness.
Jerison was stunned by Jared’s proposal for a few moments. When he returned to his senses, he said, “What the f*ck are you talking about? You’re afraid you’ll hurt me? Even with my hands behind my back, I can boot you to death with one kick. Do you believe it or not?”
“I don’t believe it!” Jared shook his head. “Since you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you.” Jerison was about to make a move but was stopped by Jared.
“Hold on. Let’s agree to the terms. If you can’t beat me with your hands behind your back, it’ll be your loss,” Jared said to Jerison.
“No problem. If I can’t defeat you with only my feet, I lose.” Jerison was full of confidence. As a direct descendant of the Tall family and a cultivator at Third Level Body Fusion Realm, he would surely be scolded when he returned. home if he couldn’t triumph over a cultivator at Second Level Body Fusion Realm.
“All right. Make your move, then.” Jared waved his hand. Jerison placed his hands behind his back and launched a kick at Jared. Seeing that, Jared quickly stepped back to dodge the attack.
Jerison’s foot grazed Jared’s chest. If Jared had been a moment slower, he would’ve been hit. At that moment, Jared put on a panicky appearance as if he had avoided the kick by sheer luck. Seeing that he had missed, Jerison threw another kick.
Jared dodged again. Jerison was taken aback. The next second, he kicked at Jared with alternate legs in rapid succession as if he had thrusters at the bottom of his feet. Jared seemed disheveled, desperately dodging, even falling on the stage, causing the crowd to laugh loudly.
Jerison was starting to grow impatient. I’ve kicked at him so many times, yet I can’t land a single blow! He managed to narrowly escape from me each time!
“D*mn it! I don’t believe this.” Jerison suddenly stamped his foot, and a chill instantly spread across the arena. He intended to use that method to slow down Jared’s dodging speed.
Jared couldn’t help but curl his lips, a contemptuous look flitting across his eyes when he saw the frost that kept spreading. He channeled the demonic fire within him to his feet and quietly waited for the frost to reach him.
Soon, the frost spread to Jared’s feet, but he remained motionless. Seeing that, Jerison smirked. Once his feet are frozen, he won’t be able to move. By then, I can kill him with a single kick.
