A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5282

Terror slammed into Jayson's soul; he spun, thinking only of flight.

It was too late.

Jared blurred—one ghostly step, then he was already before the fleeing man. The Dragonslayer Sword ignited, a column of golden light that seemed cut from the heart of a star, and came whipping down in righteous fury.

“No—!”

His cry echoed off the stone as destiny crashed down.

A sickening, wet rip followed.

The sound of bone parting from bone shrieked through the arena, the kind of noise that makes teeth ache and stomachs revolt.

Before the stunned crowd, Jared's single stroke cleaved Jayson from crown to pelvis. The halves slid apart like pages of a ruined book, spilling their crimson script across the platform.

Organs thudded to the floorboards, blood pooling around them in dark, steaming lakes. The scene was so brutal it seemed torn from a nightmare that decent people pretend cannot exist.

Silence fell—total, absolute. Even the flags overhead forgot to flap, as though the world itself dared not speak after witnessing such savage finality.

Nobody had imagined Jared would end Jayson so cleanly, so mercilessly. The swiftness of it rattled their bones more deeply than any prolonged torture could have.

On the VIP terrace, Lester shot to his feet, face dark as storm iron. “Jared! How dare you murder a swordsman from Sacred Sword Manor!”

“A back-stabber forfeits his right to breathe,” Jared answered, voice icy. “To spare him would disgrace justice itself.”

He planted the sword tip on the plank floor for support, gave Lester a glance colder than permafrost, then turned away. One hand clamped over his wounded shoulder, he began stepping off the arena.

Sunlight washed over him, yet it carried no warmth. It only sharpened the edge of the slaughter lingering around his silhouette, making onlookers shudder as though winter had walked away with him.

The duel ended in a blinding instant, yet its echo thundered across the arena. With that strike, Jared displayed not only power that defied heaven itself but a merciless decisiveness that froze every onlooker in place.

From that moment on, Jared's name would be branded into countless hearts, an inkstroke of awe that time itself could never erase.

For three long breaths, the grandstand sank into deathly silence. Then the spell shattered, and the crowd erupted in a roar so loud it rattled the banners overhead.

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