A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1182

The scene featuring six identical Jareds standing together shocked everyone.

Lachlan was the only one who remained unfazed.

“How dare you try to fool me with such illusions?”

Lachlan was not at all bothered by Jared’s Nine Shadows.

Jared stayed quiet. He felt that uttering any more words at that moment would be a waste of energy.

“Break!”

Jared jumped up, and his clones followed.

Six similar Jareds floated in midair like gods.

Then, two slashes of dazzling sword energy were unleashed.

The two strikes combined into one and plunged toward Lachlan.

That stroke of sword energy sliced through the air as if it was ripping the very fabric of space apart.

Blazing spiritual fire encased the sword energy.

Such unnerving sword energy caused many members of the Dunn family to scamper away. Most onlookers could not even stand the scorching heat from the spiritual fire on the sword energy.

Yet, when this fearsome sword energy crashed into Lachlan’s aura, a similar scene from before appeared.

The sword energy vanished without a trace right after making contact with the aura, as if it had never existed.

If it weren’t for the residual heat lingering in the atmosphere, no one would have believed Jared had cast such terrifying sword energy earlier.

“You are just a Martial Arts Grandmaster. No matter how many magical items you have, they are all insignificant before me,” Lachlan said calmly.

With that, he waved his arm at Jared, using his hand as a substitute for a sword.

A gash of light cut through the aura around him.

Then, the same frightening sword energy propelled in Jared’s direction.

Having experienced it once before, Jared had prepared himself this time around.

It was evident from the dent on his chest that his ribs had broken.

His Golem Body was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of Lachlan’s offense.

That was the difference between a Martial Arts Grandmaster and a Martial Arts Marquis.

Talent or technique might be sufficient to compensate for the difference between sub-ranks or skill deficits between two martial artists of the same rank.

However, the imbalance between ranks was a chasm that could not be crossed.

Only by becoming a Martial Arts Marquis could a martial artist understand and comprehend new skills and techniques.

Jared had yet to achieve the rank of Semi Martial Arts Marquis. If he were a Semi Martial Arts Marquis, perhaps he would not have ended up in that wretched a state when facing Lachlan.

He picked himself up off the floor with much difficulty. Despite the injuries he sustained, Jared remained unyielding and determined.

He would not admit defeat as long as he lived.

Seeing Jared standing up again, Lachlan could not help but sigh. “You’re so full of potential, yet you have the heart of a proud lion. Since you will not allow others to use you, the only thing that awaits you is death.”

With that, he leaped up, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Then, Lachlan swung the sword at Jared’s torso.