A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5851

"Dragonslayer Sword Technique Final Form—Chaotic Void!"

Jared drove the blade upward, carving against the heavens. There was no sound. There was no light. Only a hair-thin fissure of all-consuming night spilled from the sword's point, rising to meet the crystal colossus.

The instant that black scar touched the giant blade, time stopped. Space froze.

Then, the next heartbeat arrived.

Ice cracked, bone by bone—then thunder ripped the silence apart.

The crystal greatsword—taller than a city wall—began to fracture from its ice-blue tip. Shards should have flown like shrapnel. Instead, every splinter slid noiselessly into the obsidian fissure yawning in the air, erased before the eye could blink. Within a single heartbeat, the ruin raced down the blade, devouring the guard and hilt alike.

Celladin's eyes, once colder than the sword he wielded, now swam with raw terror. He had poured burning blood into that strike; how could a power meant to freeze the world shatter like cheap glass?

"No... This isn't happening," he whispered, voice cracking like thin ice.

A soft hiss answered him. The obsidian fissure drifted forward, thin as a quill stroke, yet it carved through air and armor with a surgeon's patience.

Celladin froze mid-breath. He lowered his gaze to find a hair-fine black line stretching across his breastplate.

The line spread like ink in water. Wherever it passed, steel, flesh, even the divine frost in his veins lost all color—then crumbled into gray dust that the fissure calmly drank.

"Chaos... Void..." The half-formed words slipped from his lips as the light in his eyes guttered out.

A lonely wind swept across the frozen expanse.

Celladin's remnants fluttered away, and the ice domain he had raised collapsed after him, vanishing into ordinary silence.

The swirling Chaos Domain shrank until it was no more than a dim pulse inside Jared's chest.

Jared's face had blanched to parchment. His sword hand trembled so badly that he stabbed the blade into the ice just to keep himself upright.

Unleashing the move he called Chaos Void had scoured every reserve he owned; even his soul quivered on the edge of collapse.

Yet he had prevailed—slaying, from the very peak of Level One Heavenly Immortal Realm, a foe seven sub-realms higher, the third divine general of the Northern Abyss Celestial Clan.

The scene burned itself into the minds of the Vermilion Demon Lord and Clara—an image they knew would follow them for the rest of eternity.

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