The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5675

Within that cocoon, he mirrored the giant's rhythm, syncing his own microseconds to the impending rewind until both laws vibrated in eerie resonance.

A low, deep hum erupted.

The giant's Time Reversal rippled outward precisely on cue. Yet this time, the moment it met Jared's synchronized field, everything changed.

The eerie current of time nascence—able to roll any assault back to the instant before it erupted—touched the faint halo that clung to Jared's skin. Instead of resetting him, the current faltered. Its sweeping authority to overwrite and rewind simply dissolved.

Jared's own timeline began to reverse in perfect resonance, matching the invader's pulse for pulse until a fragile equilibrium formed.

Time streamed backward, yet it could no longer drag Jared's battered body into the past.

Stripped of that treacherous favor, the giant's sure-kill kick shed its temporal cloak and shrank into raw, unvarnished strength. That strength still roared, but Jared's flesh—hardened by countless baptisms in Heavenly Spirit Liquid—now stood ready.

"Now!"

Jared's eyes flashed like twin comets. The instant the titan's foot descended, he hurled his fist upward. He poured every ounce of power into the punch, hitching it to his fresh command of time. Rather than rewind, he accelerated the flow around his knuckles to its final limit—Time Acceleration, a brand-new facet he had seized only heartbeats ago.

The collision detonated. A thunderclap louder than any prior clash ripped the hall apart. A hurricane of energy spun outward from the two combatants, flinging up earth for over a hundred meters. Even the vaulted ceiling of the Nethergate Sect's grand hall split open, stone raining like broken stars.

The giant groaned—a muffled, startled cry, half pain, half disbelief.

A savage, razor-edged force, brimming with the power to shred temporal balance, knifed from the sole of the giant's foot through every inch of his frame. His gigantic body shuddered. Staggering backward, he carved deep footprints into the shattered floor, cracks spider-webbing in his wake.

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