A Man Like None Other

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Chapter 2189 Bragging

At this moment, many martial artists were shocked. They didn't expect Jared to confront the opponent's bronze

hammer with his bare hands. What was even more astonishing was that, from the looks of it, he seemed

unscathed!

Samson gritted his teeth. He couldn't let anyone see that his arm was injured, for it would be too embarrassing

otherwise.

“Kid, you do have some skills. I only used thirty percent of my strength, but you managed to block my attack...”

Samson spoke up, trying to salvage his reputation.

“You only used thirty percent of your strength?” Jared pretended to be surprised. “I only used ten percent, but now

I'll use thirty percent. Let's see how much you’ll use against me.”

As soon as he said that, Jared once again advanced toward Samson. Without any fancy moves, he unleashed a

fierce punch toward the latter.

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Feeling the terrifying force coming toward him, Samson was panic- stricken.

Earlier, he had been boasting, but Jared's punch seemed even more ferocious than before.

Nevertheless, Samson mustered all his strength and shouted loudly before meeting Jared's punch with both of his

hammers. “Unleash the power!”

Boom!

Following a loud boom, everyone saw a cloud of dust rising and the surrounding rocks crumbling.

As the dust slowly settled, everyone's jaws dropped.

They saw Samson completely disheveled, holding only the handle of one of the bronze hammers in his hand. Both

of his hammers had shattered and were scattered on the ground.

Samson stood in stunned silence, gazing at the broken hammers in his hands with eyes that nearly popped out of

their sockets.

“Hmph, is this all the skill you have? How dare you brag about it,” Jared sneered and kicked Samson, sending the

latter flying.

Samson's body careened backward, and a stream of blood sprayed from his mouth as he collided with the ground.

The other disciples from Stormwind Sect were paralyzed with shock, staring at Jared in disbelief.

Jared approached Samson step by step, sending waves of fear through the latter when he noticed Jared advancing

toward him. “What are you going to do?”

Jared stepped forward, placed his foot on Samson's chest, then asked in an icy tone, “Who killed those martial

artists? Was it someone from Stormwind Sect?”

Samson looked at the bodies of the martial artists that had been scattered on the ground and avoided eye contact

with Jared, unsure how to answer his question.

He couldn't just rat Emiliano out, for the latter was the young master of Stormwind Sect.

Noticing Samson's evasive eyes, Jared suddenly applied pressure with his foot, causing the man's chest to cave in

instantly.

As blood spewed from Samson's mouth, his face twisted in agony.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you...” Samson said in fear before revealing, “It was Mr. Emiliano Fairchild who killed them all.”

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“Emiliano?” Jared looked somewhat surprised. After all, Emiliano wasn't very strong. It was surprising that he had

been sent to search for the ancient ruins of Narcissus Palace in Kazillion Mountains. It would make more sense to

send Garthor instead because the ancient ruins were so dangerous that people often got killed.

“Where is Emiliano?” Jared asked coldly.

“Mr. Fairchild went down the cave. The ancient ruins of Narcissus Palace might be inside the cave,” Samson replied

truthfully, afraid to hide anything from Jared.

“I've told you everything, so please... don't kill me!” Samson begged.

The other martial artists regarded the pleading Samson with looks of contempt. It seemed that even one who had

achieved the level of Martial Arts God was still very much human and not much different from them.

All that talk about those who had attained the status of Martial Arts Gods being deities was just nonsense.

“If I don't kill you, won't those martial artists have died in vain?”

An icy look swirled in Jared's eyes as he stomped on his opponent's chest.

Samson spat out a mouthful of blood, his life force quickly declining until it vanished completely.

The remaining Stormwind Sect disciples were scared out of their wits when they saw this and hurriedly spun on

their heels and ran.

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