A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5786

Jared shattered Sheldon's hand with a single punch. He did not pause.

The air rippled and, in the blink of an eye, he emerged before Sheldon, whose face still froze in stunned disbelief.

Before that disbelief could even sharpen into fear, Jared's hand whipped back and came forward in a blur.

The slap was so fast it outran the speed of spiritual sense. Chaos-forged celestial power intertwined with the blood of the Dragon along his palm—quiet power, mountain-breaking power—capped by the faint, terrible majesty of the dragon's own will.

Crack!

The sound—clear as crystal, loud as thunder—detonated above the battlefield's charred earth.

The noise felt personal. Every onlooker flinched as though the blow had landed on the marrow of their own souls.

Sheldon flew sideways like a rag doll snatched by a storm.

Half his face ballooned, bruising to indigo in an instant; a livid handprint branded his cheek. Teeth—slick with black demon blood—sprayed from his mouth in a grisly arc. He tumbled through the smoky air, slammed into the scorched ground, and skidded to a halt inside a shallow crater while dust boiled up around him.

Coughing up another mouthful of blood, he tried to rise. Strength deserted him. Humiliation, sudden and absolute, churned his viscera until darkness pricked at the edges of his vision. He lifted his swollen face. In those eyes swam confusion, outrage, terror—and the dead blankness of a man whose world had just crumbled around him.

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