A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5295

With a thunderous slap on the stone armrest, Toxius split the marble dais. The entire floor cracked open, and from the fissures erupted ink-green vines, wriggling like venomous serpents toward the trio.

Corin's longsword rang free. Silver-white arcs of sword energy sliced through the nearest tendrils, severing each before it could touch flesh. “Careful! These are Corrosive Vines. Their tiny hairs burrow under the skin and rot the heart!”

Flaxseed unfurled a golden net etched with runes, casting it wide to form a shimmering wall that held the vines back. “Jared, that old geezer sits at Top Level Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven. Watch his true venom art!”

Jared never glanced at the vines. His stare locked onto Toxius. “Your fight is with me.”

He closed the distance again, but this time, each sword technique blended the ghost-step movement technique he had mastered within the tomb of swords, turning every advance into a feint inside a feint.

In his grip, the Dragonslayer Sword seemed alive. At times, it was a golden serpent lashing wildly, and other times, a black dragon's claw probing. Every cut hunted a fresh gap in Toxius' defenses.

Unprepared for the erratic sword technique, Toxius shuffled backward again and again. Sword energy ripped his emerald robe, exposing skin beneath that looked more like warped tree bark than flesh.

“You wretched brat, did you think I feared you?”

Driven to rage, Toxius tore the shredded robe wide. A black serpentine tattoo coiled across his chest, and at his murmur, it wriggled free—becoming a two-foot shadow snake that slithered up his neck and settled atop his skull.

“Behold my life-bound parasite—the Spiritual Corrosive Snake. It will burrow into your consciousness field, nibbling at your divine soul until living and dying are both denied you.”

With a whisper-thin hiss, the snake became a black streak, darting for the center of Jared's brow faster than sight.

Corin and Flaxseed cried out, but the vines coiled tighter, choking every chance of rescue.

Jared had foreseen the strike. Instead of retreating, he leaned in, and from his forehead erupted golden light—the dragon's power shield forged the day he refined dragon essence.

A razor-edged screech tore through the hall.

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