A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5279

Deep inside him, spiritual energy boiled like water at a rolling boil. The Dragonslayer Sword in his grip answered with a hungry thrumming, eager for ruin.

“Come on now!” he shouted, each syllable tearing clean through the roar of rushing power.

He abandoned his defensive stance and gathered all of his sword intent, pouring it into the waiting edge of Dragonslayer Sword.

A radiant burst of gold blazed along the blade, as though a newborn sun had chosen that steel as its cradle.

“Dragonslayer!” he cried, the word ringing like a verdict.

A simple roar, yet it carried a majesty that looked ready to humble mountains.

From the sword's tip, a narrow beam of golden light shot forth. It was not broad, yet within it lay an absolute, cleaving might—an edge forged for the dawn of worlds. It arrowed straight for the towering blue sword shadow.

Boom! The collision rattled every rib and stone.

Gold met sapphire in a clash that seemed to split the heavens. Light sheared outward, sound thundered behind it.

A violent shockwave rippled from the platform, but the waiting Spiritual Barricade Array drank it in, sparing the spectators from the storm.

When the glare finally dimmed, the scene on the stage froze every witness in speechless disbelief.

Hendrix's Moon Destruction sword shadow lay in tatters. Three of the Seven-Star Sword's gemstones had shattered outright. He staggered backward dozens of steps, face bloodless, and a thin line of red slipping past his lip.

Jared still stood where he had begun, Dragonslayer Sword held steady. He was a lone pine after a raging tempest—upright, though his breath was visibly heavy.

Silence fell—complete and absolute.

Then, as if the hush had merely been a coiling spring, the arena erupted in thunderous cheers, louder than at any earlier moment.

“He did it! Jared won!” voices howled in joyful disbelief.

“A Wandering Immortal Realm Level Eight cultivator has defeated an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five cultivator. It's a miracle!” somebody bellowed above the din.

“Crown him champion of the Sword Championship!” another demanded, fists raised to the darkening sky.

On the supporters' terrace, Lyra and the others clung to one another, tears streaking their smiles. Flaxseed leaped high, screaming, “Jared, that's how you do it!”

Down below, Corin's eyes shimmered. He whispered to himself, “The Sword Sect still has hope.”

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