A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5357

Jared's smile deepened. “Divine markings mirror the laws of nature, yes—but what stirs them is mastery of spiritual energy, not bloodline. Though I'm not one of the celestials, I can still draft charms that suppress divine markings.”

A flick of his finger and an Exorcism Charm bloomed in mid-air. Runes glimmered along its edges, emitting a golden pulse that muted divine markings.

Jared, after all, had studied under both Divinus and Hellion. For Westley to parade divine markings before him was like teaching a fish to swim.

Westley's pupils contracted. “Then explain Compendium of Ten Thousand Arts—it says that cultivation must advance step by step; leaping realms courts disaster. Will you call that false as well?”

“Steady progress is the foundation, not an iron shackle.” Jared shook his head. “When the first human patriarch faced annihilation, he pierced two cultivation levels overnight and rose from earthly immortal to heavenly immortal. Was that textbook protocol? Cultivation is rowing upstream; sometimes you must burn the boat to find the hidden current.”

Quoting ancient records and history alike, he peeled apart every argument Westley hurled, until each page lay metaphorically in tatters at their feet.

Students drifted closer, heads nodding, eyes alight with new possibilities as Jared's words unsettled beliefs they had never dared question.

A vein throbbed at Westley's temple. Out-argued on every front, he could only snarl, “Words are wind—strength decides all!”

Westley thrust a finger at Jared, his voice sharp enough to slice stone. “You're an Earthly Immortal Realm Level One—a good-for-nothing. Wrap your cowardice in pretty speeches all you want. It won't change how pathetically weak you are. If you've got a spine, step up and fight me. I'll show everyone how a true son of the Celestials disciplines a human who's forgotten his place!”

As he spoke, golden divine markings blazed to life across his skin. The oppressive aura of an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven roared from his body, rolling over the courtyard like thunder—proof he was done playing games.

Yuliana's brow tightened. “Westley, that's enough. Show some respect!” Her command cracked through the tension like a whip, yet it barely slowed him.

Westley's glare never left Jared. “What's wrong—tongue tied already? A moment ago, you wouldn't shut up. Now you'll learn that in the face of absolute power, your cheap philosophy isn't worth dust.”

Jared studied the raging Westley, a cold curve lifting one corner of his mouth. “Fine—let's fight. But I have one condition.”

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