Jared sneered. “Do you honestly believe you still have the right to choose?" I have Kawasaki on the chopping block. He's putty in my hands. “I'm just one step away," Kawasaki lamented, his face etched with regret. “You would be no match for me if I attained Martial Arts God." If I had broken through Manial Ans Saint and attained Martial Arts God, Jared would be no match for me. Though Toyotomi was a Martial Ans God, he had only been a shadow whose powers were greatly reduced. I, on the other hand, am different. If I managed to break through to Martial Arts God, I would be a living Martial Arts God, unparalleled within the martial arts world. There is no higher cultivation level than Martial Arts God within the martial arts world. “Even if you did, it will end the same way." With a scathing look, Jared closed the gap between him and Kawasaki one step at a time. Being only martial artists, they would not understand what the heavenly realm looked like. So what if we attained Martial Arts God? Even if we arrived at the secret or heavenly realms, we would still be as insignificant. Gaping at Jared, Kawasaki was unable to comprehend the source of the latter's confidence. He knew that under no circumstances would he allow Jared to absorb his power. Kawasaki let out a sudden roar. The divine soul within him flared as he morphed into a streak of black smog making an attempt to escape. Having attained a cultivation level as high as his, a resurrection was possible as long as his divine soul remained intact. Jared scoffed at Kawasaki's attempt to flee. Then, he opened his mouth wide and inhaled sharply, conjuring an immense vortex that drew Kawasaki's divine soul into his body. In the end, Kawasaki's skin was all that remained. Under the scorching heat of the magma, it began to burn and was soon reduced to ashes. Kawasaki, the best fighter in Jetroina who was on the brink of breaking through to Martial Arts God, dissipated literally in a wisp of smoke. Not atrace of him was left behind. Outside the volcano crater, the crowd gazed at the peak but none dared to go up. By that point, the peak had been silent for quite some time. Is the battle over? Who won in the end? All of them were certain it was Kawasaki because he was the best fighter in Jetroina and the pillar of support in the martial arts world there. None of them entenained the possibility that Kawasaki could lose. “It should be over now. We can bring out Jared Chance's remains now," Muto said cautiously, breaking the silence as he gazed at the now tranquil peak. Just as they prepared to climb up the volcano to do so, a silhouette hovered slowly from its peak suddenly. They watched the figure float to the edge of the crater before descending the volcano on foot step by step. Upon getting a closer look at the figure, the crowd became stunned. Their jaws fell open in astonishment. “W—What is going on?" Muto gazed at Jared who was walking down slowly in disbelief. His face went deathly pale. “Where is Mr. Kuroki?" “There's no way Mr. Kuroki would let him go. Why didn't he kill him?" “This fellow couldn't have begged Mr. Kuroki for mercy, could he?" The crowd debated in confusion.This is property © of .

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"The best fighter you have is gone. From now on, therafé‘i‘gnlbeM dwaeéxafh®inge roina—me." Please read the original content at Dramanovelscom. Though Jared spoke lightly, his words were heard clearly by all the Jetroinians present.