Seeing Gilbert keep retreating and avoiding his attacks, Jared questioned, "Are you afraid of fighting me?"
"On the contrary, I don't find the need to waste my strength when you're just putting up a final struggle. I can just finish you off once your time is up."
Gilbert did not want to fight Jared anymore. After all, the latter's time was almost up.
"Are you seriously afraid when you're a Top Level Martial Arts Marquis?" Jared provoked.
This time, Gilbert merely scoffed. "It's useless. There's no point provoking me like that. When the time comes, you'll realize all you're saying is nonsense."
Jared's face fell, and he stopped talking. He, too, knew his time was running out, and he could not waste another second.
Right then, his aura exploded, and he charged toward Gilbert, who continued avoiding the attacks with impressive speed.
Gritting his teeth, Jared kept throwing punches at his opponent, but they were all useless.
Gilbert was too fast, making the both of them look like they were just playing a game of tag.
A smirk crept up Gilbert's face. He looked as if he enjoyed the feeling of being pursued.
Noting that, Jared stopped and glanced coldly at Gilbert.
"What's wrong? Are you tired?" Gilbert asked, snickering.
However, Jared said nothing. Only his eyes glinted.
Seeing Jared pausing in his tracks, Gilbert, too, stopped.
What Gilbert saw next was the ground below Jared's feet tremble when the latter raised his hands. Immediately after that, the latter muttered something under his breath.
Rays of light spilled out below Jared's feet.
Suddenly, the scenery changed as if both of them had entered another space.
"Teleportation magecraft..." Gilbert furrowed his brows at what he saw.
At that moment, the draconic essence in Jared glowed, and the blood essence in him bubbled.
The beads of sweat on his forehead evaporated as soon as they fell to the ground.
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