Wilbur continued to smoke his cigarette, his expression unchanging.
Just then, Jamari let out a cry as he darted forward. Hundreds of sword shadows appeared, hurtling towards Ryder at a ruthless speed.
All at once, fierce winds kicked up in the room with terrifying spiritual pressure.
The attack was close to the Sanctuary level. Every single one of the sword shadows seemed impossibly sharp, destroying everything in its way.
Rampant spirit pressure filled the entire room at once, making everyone's chest lurch as if they were drowning.
At the same time, the crowd could not contain their amazement at Jamari's skills.
Pre-Sanctuary level was definitely terrifying.
Ryder's expression turned solemn at last in the face of this attack.
He let out a cry at the same time Jamari cast his blow. Spiritual flames shot out of Ryder's sword as he slashed wildly at the sword shadows, refusing to back down in the slightest.
The banquet hall looked like a tornado had struck, with spiritual energy filling the air with howling winds and thunder.
When the crowd was finally able to open their eyes, they saw Jamari standing tall and proud, smirking at Ryder in disdain.
Ryder's sword had transformed back into a dagger, and there were a few wounds on his chest.
Despite the wounds being shallow, they were bleeding profusely.
It was clear that Ryder was no match for Jamari once the ultimate moves were pulled out.
Everyone else began to laugh at the sight of a pale, heaving Ryder.
Vale was the first to speak up, turning over to Wilbur. "Your guy lost, young man! Who else are you going to turn to now, huh?"
Wilbur said nothing.
"You shameless bastard. Did you think you'd be able to take on the world with a mere Ambience level cultivator by your side?" Chancy snorted.
Laurent let out a loud laugh as well. "You're a nobody! God, this is funny."
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