Down in the arena, Jared was in a battered state. His wounds worsened as the four Black Copper Robes continued to assault him with strikes of magecraft.
Nevertheless, the fact that he remained standing in such conditions took the four Black Copper Robes aback.
“Sh*t…” Jared cursed in frustration at the teleportation device hovering in the air.
“Resistance is futile, brat! I suggest you give up while you still can. Otherwise, you’ll only suffer a more agonizing death…” One Black Copper Robe commanded coldly.
“What b*llsh*t! The gall of you to prattle on when it’s four of you against one of me! Show me what you’ve got then!” Jared roared.
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