The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5672

Theron offered no reply. He merely turned, the emptiness in his eyes locking unblinking on Jared.

The instant that vacant stare found him, Jared felt an icy spike slide into his chest.

A threat like none he had faced crashed down on him, every hair on his body standing rigid, as if the air itself had grown fangs.

The danger felt sharper—crueler—than anything the Soul Devourer had shown so far.

He had known the Soul Devourer was stronger than on level six, but he had never imagined the fiend could summon a monster of this magnitude.

"Mr. Chance, be careful! This one... this one is utterly bizarre!" Neville Contreras shouted, voice strained by the same crushing weight.

Cold dread surrounded Neville. The giant's aura was so formidable and suffocating that Neville found his lungs cramped, his heart hammering hard against bone.

Beside Jared, Sylvia tightened her grip on her long sword, Heaven Gate energy racing through her veins, ready to strike the moment fate demanded.

Jared pulled one deep breath, swept every stray thought away, and fixed every shred of will on the giant before him.

He sensed at once that this opponent stood worlds above the Five Shade Demons he had slain.

"Kill." The single syllable clanged from the giant's throat like steel on stone. An instant later, he moved.

No thunder of aura, no howl of demon wrath—only one simple step. Yet that step shredded distance itself; from over a hundred meters away, his ancient-scented fist now hovered before Jared's eyes.

Fast. Indescribably fast. So fast it slipped beyond the limits of Jared's spiritual sense, blurring past thought itself.

Though the blow had not yet landed, the condensed fist-pressure already stung Jared's face. Air detonated around him with rolling thunderclaps, shredded into empty shock waves.

Too fast!

An earthquake of terror thundered through Jared's chest. Instinct short-circuited every rational thought. He poured every shred of his colossal spiritual power into the Dragonslayer Sword and whipped the blade across his body in a desperate guard.

A metallic concussion boomed, so loud it could have cracked the heavens.

It sounded like twin mountains colliding, the air itself shrieking under the impact.

The shock raced down the sword and into his arms. Agony lanced through muscle and bone. The skin between thumb and forefinger split open, blood spraying in crimson arcs.

Such brutal force... and that punch was...

Is... Is Time Law interfering?

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