A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5358

A shadow crossed Yuliana's features; Jared's sword had moved so fast even she couldn't intervene.

Around them, the celestial students went deathly pale. They had grown up watching friendly duels, never this kind of merciless strike—no warning, no hesitation, one cut, and an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven's arm lay on the stones.

None of them had even seen the swing, only a silver flash followed by the spray of blood.

That Dragonslayer Sword looked plain, almost crude, yet in that instant it blurred beyond sight.

An Earthly Immortal Realm Level One had just removed the limb of an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven. Had they not witnessed it themselves, they would have called it impossible.

Yuliana's pupils shrank. She had believed Jared a mere pawn propped up by unseen powers, his low cultivation cushioned by allies. What she had just witnessed crushed that illusion. Earthly Immortal Realm Level One, but that strike—the control, the timing, the absolute command of the field—no ordinary novice could accomplish that, no matter what weapons are used.

Every shiver in the courtyard told the same truth.

“We agreed—no running to your father afterward. Do all celestial cultivators' promises dissolve into hot air the moment they're spoken?” Jared's tone was light, almost bored.

He slid his Dragonslayer Sword back into its sheath. The sword runes on the sword's surface drank the blood streaks, leaving the metal gleaming as though fresh from the forge.

The words left every spectator flushing scarlet, a silent confession that none could refute.

Jared scoffed, eyes filled with mockery. “Persuade with reason? A moment ago, your student leaned on his higher cultivation level to spit insults—calling me an uneducated savage and declaring an Earthly Immortal Realm Level One unworthy of entering the academy. You stayed silent then. Now that his strike has backfired and he lies broken, suddenly you remember the rules?”

Jared advanced a single step. An invisible wave of pressure exploded outward. The tutor felt the hit like a battering ram, retreating half a pace, eyes flaring with private terror.

The aura was nominally Earthly Immortal Realm Level One—yet it carried the oppressive weight of an expert long accustomed to thrones and tribute, not the meek presence of a beginner.

Jared raised his voice. “Doesn't Celestia preach cultivation of both body and character? Do the books you revere never mention not to impose on others what you yourself would not endure? Or is your vaunted etiquette reserved solely for those weaker than you?”

Words snagged in the tutor's throat. He had watched Westley provoke Jared, a human cultivator, and had quietly believed the arrogance justified. Now the same creed he quoted to students was flung back like a blade, and he had no shield to raise.