A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5297

Seamus swung his sword. Tides of radiant light flooded the gate, crashing over pillars, tiles, and sky alike until the world itself seemed hammered from gold. A scent like incense and thunder mingled in the air, promising to scour every shadow from flesh and soul.

Jared lifted his Dragonslayer Sword. “Petty tricks,” he muttered. A black-and-gold arc burst from the blade, meeting the oncoming brilliance head-on.

Boom!

Light and darkness collided in a roar that rocked the mountainside. For an instant, the courtyard vanished behind a blinding sphere.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Jared's sword glow tore through the gilded wave, shredding it into drifting sparks that rained like dying fireflies.

Seamus staggered three paces, eyes wide for the first time. “Your sword technique... How can it suppress my holy light?”

“Because your 'holy' light is a lie.” Jared advanced, his Dragonslayer Sword pulsing with ever denser marked aura. “That so-called holy sword intent is forged from the resentment energy of souls you slaughtered. You dare call it sacred?”

Seamus' face blanched. “Nonsense—preposterous!” Yet his pupils trembled, betraying the secret Jared had ripped into daylight.

“You know the truth,” Jared said, voice low as a grave wind. “The magical items you stole from the Flaxseed clan—where are they? Locked away in the secret room of Holy Light Palace, I bet.”

Vicious resolve flashed across Seamus' eyes. “Looks like you won't be leaving here alive.”

A piercing whistle burst from his lungs. Golden light flared again, now laced with faint threads of black energy.

“Holy Light Sword Art—Third Form: Spear of Judgment!” he bellowed.

From the radiance, countless golden spears coalesced, tips glittering with an arctic gleam. They screamed toward Jared and the others in a ruthless barrage.

Corin's longsword streaked into a silver comet, severing spear after spear. Beside him, Flaxseed flung out a yellow shield etched in runes; every spear that met it shattered into harmless dust of light.

Yet, the majority of those spectral lances hunted Jared alone, their murderous glare fixed on the man who had dared to expose false sanctity.

Jared's gaze hardened, and he channeled both spiritual energy and marked aura. The Dragonslayer Sword roared awake. Gold and midnight swirled together around its blade, a miniature cyclone of light and shadow that devoured the air itself.

“Dragon Soarer!”

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