A powerful purple beam shot out from his palm, directly hitting Rubout in the back.
A tad bit lucky, Rubout was able to block the attack with his hardening skill—but even that was no match for Jared's attack, especially at such close range.
As long as the attack connected, Rubout felt a couple of his bones snap before he fell to the ground, eyes rolled back and unconscious.
The dirt particles from the collision danced in the air, Jared standing in front of his defeated opponent.
'I didn't think it would cause this much damage; I was surely holding back. Is he dead?'
Seeing Rubout's fingers still twitching, it was safe to say he was still alive.
[The god of dragons is proud of your battle.]
[10,000 coins have been donated.]
[The god of combat smiles with pride.]
[2,000 coins have been donated.]
'As expected. The dragon god seems to be the richest of all the gods currently observing me. And here I thought the goddess of trade would try to keep her position.'
