A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5318

Boom!

Arrowhead met fire. Time itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then the world shattered. A storm of gold devoured the horizon, quake-waves rattling the bones of heaven. Space rippled like a pond struck by a meteor.

Every spectator, helpless before that annihilating glow, clamped their eyes shut by instinct alone.

When the light finally receded, a stunned hiss passed over the field.

Lester knelt on one knee. A fist-sized hole gaped in his breastplate. Blood pumped through shattered armor plates that now lay around him like violet shards of glass.

He stared at the wound in frozen horror, as though only now understanding that death had entered his body.

Jared barely remained standing. The Divine Bow’s backlash had ripped every meridian in his frame. Dark blood trickled from the corner of his mouth while his limbs swayed.

“I… I lost?” Lester whispered, disbelief quivering on each syllable.

“No! I’ve not lost! Never!” Madness flickered in his eyes.

He jerked his head toward the crowd behind him. “What are you staring at? Move! Kill him and seize that bow now!”

The Blood Guard’s gaze burned with covetous hunger. He surged forward first, roaring, “The Divine Bow will be mine!”

Dioz, wrapped in writhing black mist, lunged as well. “Jared, I’ll claim your flesh for myself!”

Varek, Lunaria, and experts from every sect followed. They had forgotten the promise after seeing the Divine Bow and Jared’s Draconian bloodline.

“Shameless bastards!” Ararat roared.

With a cold ring, his longsword left its sheath, meeting the Blood Guard head-on in a shower of sparks.

“Protect Mr. Chance!” Kishor and Alice cried together.

Members of Whispers Tower formed a wall, locking shields as enemies crashed against them.

Behind that wall, Corin and Flaxseed hauled Jared backward while Lyra stepped forward, sword raised, her gaze staring at Lunaria’s advancing figure.

“Little wretch!” Lunaria hissed, her voice slick with malice, “Die for me!”

A bone whip appeared in Lunaria’s hand, and she whipped Lyra.

Lyra shouted, “Back off!” Her longsword darted forward with swan-like grace, a silver blur that forced Lunaria to recoil before the point could kiss flesh.

He tasted despair. Am I truly going to die here?

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