Jared waved a hand, signaling Eason not to worry. He rolled his shoulders a little and grinned. "Perfect timing... I wasn't done having fun..."
Berserk Tiger's face turned ashen, veins throbbing on his forehead. With a furious roar, he smashed the table in front of him and shouted, "Kill that arrogant brat!"
The first expert to rush forward was swinging fists as heavy as sledgehammers. A faint aura of energy was coiled around his fists, indicating that he had honed his physical body to its peak.
Jared didn't dodge. He punched back. His fist, in comparison, was pitifully small, but it carried an unstoppable momentum.
Crack!
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