Strongly Suppressing

"You're quite impressive, and this ancient castle is quite impressive too."

As soon as his voice fell silent.

Terrifying bolts of lightning surged outward from him like a tide. As they swept across the area, Black Light flickered, washing over the blood-red radiance descending from the sky and dimming it.

But soon.

The red light descended again, continuously compressing the area occupied by the thunder.

All around them, those Greatswords emerged once more, ready at any moment to slice Jiang Qiao's body apart.

However.

A few seconds were already enough.

Jiang Qiao took a step forward.

Runes flashed beneath his feet, and he vanished from the spot like an illusion. The next second, he appeared in front of the foreigner named Mike.

His fist, wrapped in lightning, slammed forward!

"This is impossible!" Mike exclaimed in shock.

There was no time to think.

As he instinctively retreated, he raised his arm, attempting to block Jiang Qiao's fist.

It could be seen that his arm was tattooed.

It depicted a short old man holding a hoe. When Mike raised his arm, the old man suddenly grinned eerily at Jiang Qiao.

Then he lifted the hoe and hacked it toward Jiang Qiao!

It was clearly only a tattoo.

Yet the hoe broke free of the arm's restrictions and forcibly appeared in reality, carrying a howling wind as it smashed toward Jiang Qiao.

Clearly.

This was no ordinary full-sleeve tattoo. It contained some kind of terrifying supernatural power!

"Hack his fist apart!" Mike sneered cruelly.

He could already picture the outsider's wrist broken, with only jagged bone fragments remaining.

Although he couldn't kill the other man.

He still had to teach him a lesson and let him know that he wasn't one of those weaklings outside. The man needed to show him some respect!