Boom!
Jason slammed the man in the black cloak to the ground with tremendous force.
Cracks spread across the ground for nearly two meters, followed by a hole about thirty centimeters deep.
Krak!
The sound of bones breaking rang out, mixed with the man's groans of pain.
Jason released his grip on the man's neck and gasped for breath.
He was not in good condition either.
Bruises marked both sides of his face, and his breathing was heavy.
Although the man was inferior in technique and experience, he was still an Eighth Awakening, and his power was immense.
Defeating him had taken a great deal of effort.
"You've lost," Jason panted. "Now tell me… who are you?"
He had no intention of killing the man immediately, burdened by the guilt of murdering a baby in the past.
The man remained silent, continuing to groan in pain.
Jason's eyes narrowed as his patience wore thin.
"Tell me now, or I'll kill you!" Jason threatened, gripping the man's neck and lifting him up.
