The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5743

He drew a long, ragged breath, forcing the ache down to a dull throb. The road was his own choosing. However brutal the climb, he would take each step himself.

A faint whimper—almost a howl—snapped him back. The small fire unicorn peeked over the crater's rim, its tiny body singed but largely spared by the aftershock of Jared's power. Dizzy, yet determined, it tottered down and began licking the blood from his cheek, worry brimming in its wide eyes.

Jared's chest warmed. He stroked the creature's fiery-soft head. "Easy, little one. I'm all right."

The tenderness lasted only a heartbeat before the air shifted—warmth replaced by a reeking gust loaded with menace.

A guttural snarl boomed behind him, riding that fetid wind. Instinct overrode pain. Jared whirled, blood roaring in his ears.

A black-furred giant ape—taller than a two-story house, muscles knotted like mountain stone—bared crimson eyes and a cavernous maw.

It launched, talons broad enough to cleave cliffs, aiming straight for the wounded man who had barely found his feet.

The beast's aura hammered the ground—raw, violent—equal to a Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Three cultivator.

The black-furred giant ape—so immense the ground trembled beneath every step—ruled this swath of jungle as its personal kingdom. To it, Jared's uncontrolled fall from the canopy was not merely an intrusion. It was dinner served on a silver platter. The creature's crimson eyes locked onto the prone swordsman, gleaming with the cruel delight of a born predator.

"Cr*p!" Jared rasped, the warning tearing from his throat a heartbeat too late to slow the beast's charge.

He tried to swing Dragonslayer into guard, but a storm of churning blood and fractured energy rioted through his veins. The blade rose only a fraction before his muscles seized, slowing him by the width of a breath.

In that razor-thin sliver of time—where survival is decided between one heartbeat and the next—everything seemed to halt.

A bone-deep roar ripped through the clearing, splitting the stillness like thunder rolling across a lake.

Perched on Jared's shoulder, the small fire unicorn answered with a cry impossibly vast for its kitten-sized frame—an ancient, imperious sound brimming with wrath and sovereign pride.

Scarlet light erupted from the creature's scales, flaring so bright it painted the undergrowth bloodred. In a single bound, the tiny guardian hurled itself from Jared's shoulder, becoming a comet of living fire that streaked straight toward the looming ape.

Its jaws parted, releasing a needle-thin lance of vermilion flame. Though slender as a dagger, the breath held the pure, oppressive heat of true unicorn fire, aimed unerringly at the ape's snarling face.

The giant ape—stunned that this palm-sized nuisance dared bite back—reared away as singed fur curled and blackened. Howling, it diverted its massive paw from Jared and swatted at the blazing speck instead.

Boom!

The blow struck empty air, yet the wind sheared through the clearing like a fist of storm clouds.

Caught in that hurricane, the fire unicorn yelped, then spun away like a broken ember.

It slammed against an ancient trunk, snapped free, and tumbled to the mossy earth. The once-luminous crimson of its scales dulled, its labored breaths barely stirring the leaves beneath its chest.

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