The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6142

The two casual syllables cracked like twin slaps, landing first on Rowan's cheek and then on every Wagner clansman who heard them.

Color drained from Rowan's face. The veins at his temples jumped, and the rigid line of his jaw said he had finally grasped just how far out of his depth he was, by a hundred-fold, by a thousand-fold.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" he roared, voice scraping.

He clenched his teeth and lunged again. This time he held nothing back. Fist shadows and palm winds laced together into a killing web, every step designed to carve Jared into scraps.

The outcome did not shift an inch. Jared never sidestepped, never raised a guard. He stood like a sea-fixing pillar planted in bedrock.