With each step Jack took closer, they kowtowed faster.

"Die." A deep voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Jack had already sensed the sound the moment it reached him. He unleashed his fighting spirit, and the silver fighting spirit transformed into an indestructible armor that protected his entire body. At the same time, his body was also shifting to the side.

A hand shrouded in black mist struck Jack, but fortunately, the attack, originally aimed at his back, only hit Jack's right shoulder.

"Crack." With a sound of bone breaking, Jack was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the barrier before falling to the ground.

"Pfft." Jack, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He covered his temporarily disabled right hand with his left hand, and the sword in his hand had long since fallen from his grasp. Unarmed, he calmly stared at the equally unarmed man in black robes in front of him.

"Young Master Jack, you are truly remarkable. Even after winning, you didn't relax for a moment. Anyone else would probably be dead by now." The man in black robes didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move; instead, he praised Jack.

"This kind of power is only available at the sixth level. He's clearly a level higher than me, yet he still dares to launch a sneak attack?" Jack wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked casually.

"Hahaha." The man in black robes laughed loudly, his tone of absolute certainty tinged with an undisguised jealousy.

“Young Master Jack, you are a legendary genius, while I am just an ordinary person. I am almost sixty years old and have only just broken through to the sixth level. I have no chance to reach the Saint level in this lifetime. I don’t want to accidentally become a stepping stone for you to challenge higher levels.”

“Then you are truly pathetic,” Jack said expressionlessly, while taking out a bottle of black potion and drinking it in front of the man in the black robe.

The man in black robes did not stop him, but instead mocked him wantonly, "Young Master Jack, compared to a short-lived ghost like you who is only twenty years old, I am extremely lucky. So what if you are a genius? You will still perish at the hands of a mediocre person like me. Even if you are drinking a high-grade life potion now, it will be useless, because I will take your life with the next move."

“No, you misunderstand. I’m just feeling sorry for yet another life that couldn’t end in its natural life.” Jack shook his head and denied it, “Because your appearance was also part of my plan.”

"Hmph, still being stubborn even when death is imminent." The man in black robes said disdainfully, then, without saying more, he launched a powerful attack on Jack.

It was fast, fast enough to transcend a whole new level. The sheer force of its approach was enough to give one an overwhelming sense of power. Jack knew very well that he would be instantly killed if they fought now, so he didn't blindly choose to counterattack.

Jack produced another bundle of magic scrolls in his hand, and he used the same trick again.

[Flickering]

Having successfully dodged the attack from the man in black robes, Jack arrived in mid-air. At this moment, all the battle qi attached to his body returned to his body. At the same time, his body seemed to transform into an energy vortex, with all the battle qi floating in the air rushing towards him. Meanwhile, the battle qi vortex within his body was running wildly, converting the unclaimed battle qi into his own nourishment.

The man in black robes also sensed something was wrong. He suddenly kicked off the ground, transforming himself into a cannonball as he hurtled towards Jack.

[Flickering]

Another bundle of magic scrolls brought Jack back to the ground, landing right where his sword had fallen.

He had stopped absorbing battle qi at this moment, but his veins were bulging, making him look quite terrifying.

Seeing himself being toyed with again, the man in black robes suddenly threw a punch towards the sky. With a loud bang, he forcibly changed his trajectory, crashing down on Jack like a meteorite, while shouting defiantly...

"I'll see just how rich you really are today!"

However, this time Jack did not take out the magic scroll again. He simply raised his right hand, which had just been crippled, and precisely caught the black-robed man's angry attack.

"boom."

The floor beneath Jack's feet shattered and collapsed, and Jack himself sank a bit, but he remained unharmed while holding the black-robed man's fist.

The black battle aura surged along Jack's palm, but a dazzling silver light erupted from Jack's body, directly shattering the black aura.

Jack grabbed the man in black and flung him away.

The man in black robes quickly rose from the dust, his voice trembling with disbelief as he exclaimed, "Sixth-tier power? How is that possible? Breaking through in battle is something that only exists in knightly novels! Even a genius can't be this unreasonable!"

Looking at the black-robed man whose worldview had been turned upside down, Jack said understandingly, "That's because I just drank a potion. You may have heard of it; the scientific name for this potion is 'Hope'."

"You mean that so-called nightmare for geniuses, salvation for mediocre people, the 'hope' that can instantly elevate any superhuman below the Saint level by one rank?" the black-robed man asked incredulously.

“That’s right.” Jack nodded, and with a swift movement, the sword on the ground returned to his hand.

"Hahaha, wouldn't that be worse than death for you? After using [Hope], all the meridians in your body will be expanded and fixed, and you will never be able to break through to the Saint level in this lifetime." The black-robed man laughed wildly, even though the advantage had been reversed, he was even happier.

“Maybe,” Jack said noncommittally. “Compared to what I’m carrying, strength is still too insignificant.”

With a flash of sword light, Jack, who had reached the sixth rank, appeared like a ghost behind the man in black robes, and at the same time sheathed his sword.

Thirty-four

"So this is the difference between a genius and a mediocre person? They're clearly of the same level, yet they can't even put up a fight." The man in black robes said blankly, then a red line appeared on his neck, and he fell straight down.

Jack looked at the bandits again.

"Spare us, Master Jack! We surrender! We all surrender!" the leader of the men in black robes cried out in terror.

Jack looked at the group of pitiful creatures crawling on the ground, and a genuine feeling of pity welled up in his eyes. But he could only say apologetically, "I'm sorry, in my plan, you all have to die."

Jack flicked his finger in the air, and shockwaves shot out, each one precisely reaping a life.

"Forty." "Seventy-nine." "One hundred and one."

With a final whisper, Jack lowered his arm, unwilling to look any longer at the blood-soaked scene before him, and turned away slightly.

On his left hand, besides the storage ring, he had also been wearing a silver ring all evening. He gently stroked it, and the ring shimmered with a silver light.

Jack disappeared into this hell on earth.