"Well, this just got interesting," Jack remarked, his voice laced with amusent. He released his grip on the celestial, who imdiately staggered back, relieved to be free of Jack's terrifying presence. But Jack was far from done.
With a casual stride, Jack began walking toward Gareth, a smirk playing on his lips as he sized up the newcor. To him, Gareth was just another fool, another challenger who dared to test the might of the Primordial Chaos Sect. As Jack approached, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting from amusent to a more focused intensity.
"And who do you think you are?" Jack asked, his tone dripping with disdain. The question hung in the air, a challenge in itself, as Jack prepared to make it clear that no one, not even a figure as imposing as Gareth, could stand against them.
Gareth strode past Jack without a second glance, his eyes fixed ahead as if Jack were nothing more than an afterthought. The blatant disregard sent a flash of anger through Jack, his usual easygoing deanor evaporating in an instant. His hand clenched around the staff he summoned, the weapon appearing with a crackle of energy as he swiftly turned to strike.
But as Jack spun around, his anger was abruptly replaced with surprise, and then, oddly, amusent. The sight that greeted him was not what he expected.
Gareth, the imposing figure who had so boldly entered the arena, was now bowing deeply before Adams. The powerful aura that had marked Gareth as a threat was now one of reverence, his head lowered in submission.
Jack chuckled, lowering his staff slightly as he observed the scene. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The tension that had filled the air monts ago seed to dissipate, replaced by a curious mixture of respect and humor as Jack watched this unexpected turn of events unfold.
"You asked for my na, didn't you, monkey?" Gareth's voice cut through the silence as he turned to face Jack. The casual insult hit its mark, and Jack's expression shifted from surprise to irritation, his jaw tightening as he bristled at the term.
Gareth didn't seem to care. With an air of casual indifference, he continued, "The na's Gareth Bunch, the Horseman of Conquest. And I only answer to the boss." His tone was steady, his confidence unwavering as he walked past Jack, heading straight toward the celestial.
The arrogance in Gareth's voice was palpable, and it was clear he had no intention of showing deference to anyone but Adams.
Gareth walked past Jack without another glance, his focus now squarely on the celestial who had monts ago been brimming with false bravado. The air grew heavy with anticipation as Gareth approached, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the arena.
He stopped just a few steps away from the trembling celestial, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the man. The power dynamic had shifted so drastically that the celestial, who had once invoked the na of the Ten Commandnts with such confidence, now appeared as nothing more than a cowering figure before the Horseman of Conquest.
"So," Gareth began, his voice low and nacing, "you ntioned sothing about the Ten Commandnts, didn't you?" There was an unmistakable edge to his words, a mix of curiosity and disdain as he probed for information. His question hung in the air, laced with an unspoken threat.
The celestial, who had been desperately trying to regain his composure, felt the weight of Gareth's gaze on him and swallowed hard. The na of the Ten Commandnts, which had once given him a sense of security, now seed to offer no protection. He hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to determine how much to reveal—or whether to say anything at all.
The celestial, his face pale and trembling, t Gareth's unrelenting gaze with a mixture of fear and desperation. The power and authority emanating from Gareth were overwhelming, leaving him no choice but to answer, albeit shakily.
"I... I said what I did because—because you shouldn't do anything you'd regret," the celestial stamred, his voice quavering. "I... I ntioned the Ten Commandnts to warn you. If you harm , it could provoke their wrath. I only hoped it would make you think twice."
He swallowed hard, the weight of Gareth's scrutinizing stare making it difficult to breathe. "Please," he continued, his tone pleading, "I didn't an to offend or challenge your strength. I was just trying to protect myself. If you value your own safety and your sect's well-being, you should reconsider your actions."
The arena was silent, the air thick with tension as the celestial's words echoed through the space. Every disciple held their breath, watching intently to see how Gareth would respond to the celestial's desperate plea.
Gareth's expression remained stern, though his eyes held a glint of amusent. "You think invoking the Ten Commandnts will save you now?" he asked, his tone cold. "If you were truly aware of their power, you would understand that their na holds no sway here.."
"Hey, I'm getting really fed up with everyone ignoring !" Jack's frustration was palpable as he shouted across the arena. "I asked who the hell these Ten Commandnts are that gives this guy the nerve to threaten us!"
His outburst was abruptly cut off when Linda descended from her position and, with a swift motion, delivered a heavy knock to Jack's head. The force of the blow made Jack wince, and he turned to face Linda with a mix of surprise and irritation.
"Calm down, brat," Linda scolded him, her voice firm and unyielding. "I've told you countless tis that you're a Valley Master now. Start acting like one and show so decorum."
This caused Janice who was not far away from her mother to chuckle at her brother's predicant causing Jack to glared at her.
"The Ten Commandnts, or more simply, the Ten Law Enforcents of the Ruler of the Ethereal Sovereignty Realm."
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