A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5784

They understood with chilling clarity that the strike they had just traded had drained most of their remaining immortal power and forced them to reveal every hidden trump.

Now each was little more than a spent bow. The first to falter would be condemned to eternal ruin All across the battleground, combat slowed as every eye fell upon the weary pair, waiting to see whose strength would break first.

Now!

In the upper reaches of the void, Jared's eyes flashed like twin stars.

He had waited precisely for this moment—when both titans hung on the edge of collapse, and their vigilance dipped beneath the weight of fatigue.

He stepped forward once. The rippling distortions of space around him flattened out, fading like rings on a pond.

A lone figure in a plain robe appeared, without warning, at the very heart of the scarred battlefield—in the narrow vacuum carved by the last collision, squarely between the two exhausted sect masters.

"Who's there?"

Sheldon and Linden jerked as one, horror snapping them fully alert. Even their formidable spiritual senses had detected nothing until the instant the stranger arrived.

Their startled gazes swept over Jared and registered only the faint ripple of a Human Immortal Realm Level Seven aura.

A junior—barely level seven of the Human Immortal Realm—had slipped through chaotic void currents, bypassed every raging energy field, and materialized between them without a sound. Disbelief flickered to outright shock.

Who is he? How did he pierce the chaotic energy perimeter and come all the way here?

Below, the clashing disciples of both sects broke off mid-strike, heads tilting upward in unison as the impossible newcomer claimed the stage.

The instant Jared glided into view, every cultivator on the gore-stained plain looked up. A thousand startled eyes fixed on the youth who floated in mid-air like a brushstroke spilled across the wrong canvas.

Jared's gaze fell first on Linden. The old swordsman's face was ash-gray, his breath a ragged whistle. Jared offered a small, almost courteous nod—no more than a ripple in still water.

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