A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5317

Jared unleashed Blazing Stride to its absolute limit. His figure flickered like a phantom through the cage of sword shadows while the Dragonslayer Sword guarded his vitals. Each collision churned his organs until blood threatened to boil.

“Is Jared trying to get himself killed?” Flaxseed stomped the ground, panic twisting his face.

“He’s probing Lester’s strength,” Ararat said, voice gravel-deep. “Lester’s style is raw and domineering. There’s barely a flaw for Jared to seize.”

Inside the arena, Jared’s predicament worsened with every breath.

Lester’s blade accelerated past human sight. Compressed sword energy forged a tiger’s illusory shadow that lunged, crimson jaws yawning wide for Jared’s throat.

The tiger’s illusory shadow roared.

The tiger’s illusory shadow wafted through the air.

Jared’s eyes hardened with irrevocable resolve. From deep within, a surge of marked aura tore loose, flooding his veins and draping the Dragonslayer Sword in rolling black mist that seemed to drink the daylight. “Marked Dragon Slash!”

A Black Dragon formed by the marked aura soared through and clashed with the tiger’s illusory shadow.

Boom!

Waves of energy spread into directions. The cultivators all retreated.

When the smoke thinned, Jared staggered forward. His face had gone pale, and a palm-sized dent caved in his chest. He was severely injured.

Lester took one step back, surprise tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Interesting,” Lester murmured, licking a bead of blood from his lip. “But it still isn’t enough.”

Planting both hands on his sword, Lester poured every drop of spiritual energy he possessed into the blade. Flames bloomed along the steel until the sword burned like a fragment of the sun. “Sky Incinerator Sword Art!” Sword shadows multiplied, each one radiating furnace heat that warped the very air.

Jared’s pupils shrank. He felt this sword technique struck at least several times harder than the last. If that attack landed clean, he would die.

Only one move left!

He clenched his teeth. The Power of Dragons thundered through his veins, and gold scales pushed up beneath his skin like molten armor.

Within a breath, the Golem Body awoke, covering him head to toe in burnished plate.

Lyra gasped, voice cracking with disbelief. “Are those dragon scales?”

Even the usually unflappable Corin froze. “Could the boy be a Draconian heir?”

“I see,” Lester hissed, greed flaring in his eyes. “You have Draconian blood. No wonder you’re so tough to kill.”

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