Stepping forward, Jared pushed Dalton and Rosetta aside before saying to Proclus, “Does Creston Sect take action before getting the facts straight? I told you that he attacked me first, and I was merely defending myself.”
Proclus let out an icy snort. “Do you take me for a kid? He’s a Forth Level Tribulator cultivator. If he had struck you first, you would be crippled by now.”
Jared argued, “I can withstand the attack of a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator like you, let alone him. That’s my own skill, and it doesn’t prove he didn’t attack me.”
His words instantly fueled Proclus’ anger. Claiming that a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator like Proclus couldn’t harm a First Level Tribulator cultivator was clearly an insult.
“Kid, your arrogance knows no bounds! Disparaging Mr. Lunawick like that?” Dimas, seizing the opportunity, further instigated, “Mr. Lunawick, teach this young one a lesson in humility. He’s underestimating us Demonic Cultivators. Despite the challenges we’ve faced from human cultivators in recent years, we haven’t fallen so low. How dare he boast about enduring an attack from a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator?”
Dimas had escalated the conflict from a personal dispute to a confrontation between the humans and the demons.
Proclus anger intensified, and he fixed a cold gaze on Jared, remarking, “Young man, these are your own words. If you can withstand my attack, it’ll substantiate your honesty.”
“Okay!” Jared nodded.
“Mr. Chance,” Dalton hurriedly stopped him. “I would advise against that. Mr. Lunawick is a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator. Resisting his attack head-on is not a good idea.”
“That’s right. Mr. Chance, I recognize your talent and your ability to confront opponents of higher strength, but enduring a strike from a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator is no trivial matter,” Rosetta added.
Even Feenix and Cloud were concerned about Jared.
With his current strength, Jared could indeed contend with a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator in battle, but standing still and withstanding a strike was a different matter.
“Don’t worry. I know my limits,” Jared reassured them. Seeing Jared’s determination, the others stopped trying to persuade him. However, Dimas wore a sinister smile as he watched the scene unfold.
Jared calmly stood before Proclus, “Go ahead.”
“You brought this upon yourself. With numerous witnesses, should you meet your demise, Creston Sect bears no responsibility,” Proclus cautioned.
Jared nodded in agreement. “Of course. If I die, it is my own fault. Creston Sect won’t have to bear the responsibility.”
Jared had opted for this path because, following his breakthrough to the Tribulation level, his physical form had achieved an elevated state of refinement.
When Dimas delivered a blow earlier, Jared had refrained from activating his Golem Body and his body sustained no damage.
Bolstered by this newfound confidence, Jared sought to assess his capacity to withstand the force of Proclus, a cultivator at Fifth Level Tribulator, relying solely on his physical prowess.
He was confident that Proclus wouldn’t be able to kill him with just one strike. Spectators observed the unfolding scene, and some felt uneasy for Jared.
Under the gazes of the onlookers, Proclus began channeling his aura, unleashing the unmistakable energy of a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator.
Despite not fully grasping Jared’s confidence, Proclus recognized the intricate task he faced: causing substantial harm without endangering Jared’s life. This was a difficult balance to maintain, especially considering their vastly differing levels of strength.
Gathering his aura, he launched a strike against Jared.
