The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5250

“Challenge me? You're not even qualified,” Jared said, without so much as lifting an eyelid.

Rage flashed across Julian's face. “Arrogant fool—die!” He reached for his sword.

A single flash of silver—too fast to follow—split the air. A soft hiss. One black strand of Julian's hair drifted down and landed in his open palm.

Time seemed to freeze. Julian remained locked in mid-draw, anger still stamped on his features, eyes now wide with raw fear. His friends stood gaping; none had seen Jared move.

Jared stood where he was. He merely flicked imaginary dust from his sleeve, as though nothing of interest had occurred.

Lyra's mouth curved in a barely visible smile. “Master appointed Jared as the head disciple for a reason, Julian. It might be wise to learn from him.”

Without waiting for a reply, she gestured to Jared and Flaxseed. “Come—we've wasted enough daylight.” The three of them strode on, leaving the stunned disciples to piece their pride back together.

Jared inclined his head, a quiet signal of assent, and strode after Lyra with Flaxseed hurrying at his side. Behind them, the Sword Sect novices finally snapped out of their trance, only to discover their legs trembling beneath them.

Julian stared at the single strand of hair resting in his palm. Icy sweat burst across his back as the truth hit him—death had brushed past and chosen to spare him. If Jared's target had been his throat instead of that lock of hair, Julian would already lie cold and limp upon the stones.

“J-Julian,” one of the juniors stammered. “W-what on earth did he just do?”

Julian drew a slow, quivering breath. “I don't know,” he admitted, the words shaking free of a tight chest. “But with speed and accuracy like that, the lot of us together wouldn't last a heartbeat against him.”

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