A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5770

Bartram slammed a palm on the table. "Brilliant! We shift from prey to predator and drag the Infinite Soul Demon Sect into our rhythm instead of theirs!"

Even Arden bowed his head, all earlier misgivings drowned beneath reverence. In his gaze toward Jared now lay only awed submission.

Jared watched the revelation blossom across their faces, then spoke in a calm that cut like a steel edge. "Strategy alone is never enough. We must know ourselves and know our foe. The Infinite Soul Demon Sect's advantage is simple—compact numbers and punishing strength. Yet power needs fuel. They bleed resources to keep their war engine roaring: weapons to arm disciples, elixirs to raise cultivation, spirit mines to line their coffers. They love to plunder. Very well—let us repay them in kind."

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, promising retribution the way winter promises frost.

Out of that smile, an audacious plan crystallized in Jared's mind.

For the next few days, the Myriad Beast Sect moved like a newly oiled machine, every cog clicking in perfect time.

On Jared's instruction, Paxton dissolved his disciples into dozens of lean strike teams, each no larger than a hunting pack.

Their single mission—harassment.

No longer tethered to fixed outposts, they slipped through the border where the Myriad Beast Mountains kiss the Blood-scar Plains, ghosts married to the land.

Day one, a squad draped themselves in shaggy pelts. When an Infinite Soul Demon Sect patrol rounded a bend, the squad struck an attack, tore through ranks, seized storage rings, and vanished before the echoes died.

Day two, another team crept to one of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect's makeshift camps under the cover of a moonless night.

They did not storm the walls; they pounded drums, shattered silence with shrill spells, and bombarded wards from afar until the enemy paced circles in sleepless dread.

Day three, scouts found a supply caravan. Rather than strike head-on, they collapsed the road, rigged traps, and from a distance peppered the confusion with arrows and whirring darts—felling draft beasts first, novices second—before melting back into shadow with half the provisions. They never lingered long enough for the enemies to retaliate.

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