Of Good And Evil
Staring daggers at Skylar, Jared made another sudden dash toward the former, whose fist of black and
gold swung outward in response.
Boom! The warehouse exploded after a deafening blast, and the force even toppled the mansion in the
distance. The ensuing dust and debris that rose hid the combatants from view.
Jared’s expression was frighteningly dark as his arm shook slightly. Skylar was only a Semi Martial Arts
Marquis, so he could not possibly possess that sort of power, let alone be able to block Jared’s coup de
grâce.
However, Skylar had not only held on, but Jared’s arm had endured tremendous recoil. This isn’t
Skylar.
Despite Jared’s assertion to himself, he realized the ludicrousness of the suggestion. Who else could
he be if not Skylar?
The combatants stood three meters apart and stared at each other motionlessly as the dust settled.
The punch had destroyed everything around them.
“You’re only a Semi Martial Arts Marquis,” Jared said to Skylar, “yet you have suddenly become so
powerful. Even your physical body has become tough. Who are you? Or what Demonic Cultivation
have you employed?”
If it is truly Skylar standing before me, he must have used magecraft to increase his power in such a
short time.
“It’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that your death is imminent.”
As Skylar glared coldly at Jared, his aura began to rise relentlessly.
The aura spilled forth, overwhelmingly oppressive, as though heralding Skylar’s royal descent.
“We’ll see who it is that will die.”
Jared’s eyes narrowed as his entire body turned into a streak of golden light. A gold fist the size of a
boulder hurled toward Skylar, covering the distance of three meters between them in the blink of an
eye.
A crack sounded through the air. The very fabric of space itself was about to be torn by Jared’s fist as
the terrifying shockwave it conjured exploded in every direction.
At a glance, Jared’s hand looked like it was holding onto the blinding sun. The scorching waves rolled
forth and enveloped his foe.
Skylar let out a roar. Immediately afterward, his body crackled with power before he threw out a fist to
meet Jared’s.
Boom!
Once again, the earth trembled as the skies turned dark. The entire Rowling residence began shaking.
This time, however, Jared and Skylar did not move. Their evenly-matched skills made it challenging to
predict the battle’s outcome.
Jared was shocked. He did not expect Skylar to possess such power that it exceeded even his father’s.
How could a Semi Martial Arts Marquis’ power grow this quickly within a few short days?
Jared could not comprehend it.
Meanwhile, Skylar was similarly astonished at Jared’s incredible abilities.
“What power!” Skylar said menacingly as his gaze hardened. “It would be a great boon if I can absorb
your cultivation.”
Jared’s expression shifted upon hearing that. “Are you a Demonic Cultivator?”
He had never heard of Skylar learning Astral Attraction, a Demonic Cultivation technique.
“Hah! It doesn’t matter at this point whether or not I am one. There is no more distinction between good
and evil within the martial arts world!” Skylar proclaimed with a roar of laughter. “So what if the Warriors
Alliance is the main sect? Aren’t there Demonic Cultivators within their ranks too?”
Jared had no way of refuting those words.
After all, the Warriors Alliance did contain Demonic Cultivators, and so did many other sects. Plenty of
martial artists engaged in Demonic Cultivation secretly as a means to accelerate their progress.
To many people, whether or not it was demonic did not matter anymore. Instead, their priority was the
extent of their power and how to attain more.
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