A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5414

"You have angered me."

Oronin's voice dropped to glacial calm as black miasma roared around him, congealing into dozens of razor-edged demonic blades that flew toward Jared like midnight rain.

Jared did not flinch. Golden aura flared outward, forging a luminous shield that wrapped him in unbreakable light.

Each demonic blade rang against the barrier—tinny, relentless—then shattered to motes of smoke that hissed away on the wind.

Riding that momentum, Jared vaulted high, his right leg arcing out with mountain-crushing force aimed straight at Oronin's ribs.

Oronin threw up his arms. The kick landed with a thunderous crack, numbing his bones and launching him across the field until his back smashed through a boulder that burst apart in a shower of rock dust.

"Impossible!"

Gasps rippled among the Demonic Cultivators. Never had they imagined the youthful prodigy—capable of felling Half-Beast King Imorn—could be beaten back so decisively.

High on his lion mount, Soul Devourer's hollow sockets flickered with fleeting surprise before freezing over once more. "Do not hurry. The real spectacle is yet to come."

Oronin rose from the rubble, dusting stone chips from his cloak. Blood traced the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes burned with a wildfire hunger for the fight still ahead.

Oronin lifted his chin, a crooked smile stretching beneath eyes that glittered with malice. "Looks like I'll have to show some real skill before I can grind you into the dust."

His hands rose—slow, deliberate—and the air itself folded like soft metal around him. Mountain boulders tore free from the slopes, levitating and spinning in widening orbits as heavier, darker ripples of spatial energy bled outward in every direction.

Someone gasped from the ridge, "Space nascence—again!"

Thastrum's face blanched. He cupped his hands and shouted, "Mr. Chance, watch yourself!"

Jared, however, remained motionless. Calm lit his features in a faint, almost playful smile, the sort men wear when the outcome had already been decided.

With both arms resting behind his back, he regarded Oronin with the tranquil focus of a scholar studying a page already familiar. That quiet confidence seeped across the weary cultivator ranks, steadying breaths and spines alike.

"Space Prison!" Oronin barked.

He slammed both palms forward, and the command detonated through the ravine like a judicial hammer.

Instantly, the world crystallized around Jared. The atmosphere iced into glassy strata; his golden shield froze mid-pulse, and every muscle—every eyelash—locked in place as though welded by invisible chains.

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