The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5579

Jared met the charge unflinching. With a subtle flick, the notion-blade in his palm scattered into countless translucent shards that spun together, weaving a whirling vortex of sword intent before him.

Fist met vortex. The collision cracked the silence open, a thunderclap that shook loose stones from the ground and twisted the very air.

Both figures were hurled backward by the shockwave. Jared slid three steps and halted, cloak billowing. Enaricus skidded dozens, knees buckling as fresh blood seeped through reopened wounds, and his face drained ghost-white.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers. "The Third Hall overlord is bleeding!"

Another voice, quivering with awe, added, "Jared Chance is unbelievable! Even Enaricus can't match him!"

The whispers slashed at Enaricus' pride. Seeing Jared stand untouched only stoked the fire of jealousy and rage boiling behind his eyes.

Enaricus roared, voice raw. "Jared Chance, today I will end you!" He charged again, but fatigue dragged at every motion; speed and power leaked away like water from a cracked jar.

Mid-sprint, he plunged both hands into his robes and drew out an unremarkable black bowl.

The moment it tasted open air, a wave of malignant pressure burst forth, thick, oily, and wrong. Jared was slammed backward, shoes carving trenches as he tumbled several hundred meters before regaining balance.

From the sidelines, Onneas felt her brow knot the instant she saw another artifact appear in Enaricus' grip.

Percival's eyes narrowed to slits. "That fool—he's using the Soul-Snaring Bowl we gifted him?"

Esorin exhaled slowly. "If he doesn't, he loses."

Jared halted, gaze locked on the ominous vessel. "You call yourself the Third Hall's lord, yet you wield such a wicked trinket?"

Enaricus snorted. "Spare me your lectures—prepare to die."

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