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.
When he saw how pathetic Xander looked, Jared narrowed his gaze. “If I were holding a real sword, you would already be dead.”
Staring at Jared, Xander didn’t rebut, for he knew that Jared was speaking the truth. If Jared had used a real sword instead of one shaped from energy, Xander wouldn’t have been able to escape the attack.
“Jared, it’s too early for you 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 like you won’t be able to defeat me easily.”
Just as Xander spoke, he released a terrifying aura from his body, stirring up howling gales in the arena.
Soon, Xander’s hair 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 it forward. In the blink of an eye, razor-like lights were being shot out from his hands.
From Jared’s end, he realized the lights looked like bullets being fired at his vital organs.
Unfazed by the attacks, Jared didn’t dodge and allowed them to hit his body.
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