A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1853

After all, what he owned was not a sacred martial arts relic. It was impossible for him to block off such an incredible attack.

After his weapon had been reduced to powder, his body was slashed multiple times. The attack sent him flying, forming a deep ravine in the arena.

Primero's face contorted with rage when he saw that.

In the blink of an eye, Jared had acquired the Martial Arts Saint Sword and even injured Cinco and Rodrigo. Clearly, they were at a disadvantage.

“Get into formation!” Primero yelled suddenly.

Soon, the eyes of Cinco, who was already terribly injured, and Rodrigo glimmered with anticipation. Immediately, they sat up straight.

Even Tercero, Quadrico, and Helico who were holding off the Dragonslayer Sword suddenly left the battle and stood behind Primero.

“I'm going to make you die, Jared. I'm going to make everyone here die!” hissed Primero with a vicious expression.

Shoot. They're going to self-destruct their spirits, Malphas muttered. He then said to Skylar, Hurry up and leave this place!

Although Skylar did not know what Malphas was afraid of, he had no choice but to obey the latter as he hastily fled the scene.

As he left, Skylar took one last glance behind him. “Jared, I hope you won't die today. I hope you'll survive until the day I duel with you again.”

No one noticed Skylar leaving, for they were all watching the battle with relish.

Just then, Primero's eyes changed colors. The whites of his eyes disappeared, and his eyeballs turned horrifyingly dark.

As he began to chant, the spirits gradually left their bodies and floated in the air.

The Black Silver Robe members exchanged glances and swung their hands toward their hearts.

Primero stabbed his brass knuckles into his heart, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

In the next second, the others, too, stabbed their hearts with their weapons.

The spirits that were floating in the air entered the bodies of the Black Silver Robe men again.

Immediately after that, their pitch-black eyes glowed and turned crimson red, which looked even more horrifying.

“What magecraft is this? Why does it require one to sacrifice their life?” someone from below asked in confusion.

“The Warriors Alliance has already been practicing Demonic Cultivation long ago. It's not surprising that they know black magic like this.”

“Well, it's time for Jared to eliminate the Warriors Alliance once and for all before it corrupts the martial arts world.”

“They'll never be able to comprehend the true purpose of the martial arts world if they constantly rely on spirits and the cultivation of black magic.”

Many among the crowd began rebuking the Warriors Alliance.

However, the Black Silver Robe members could no longer hear the discussions of the crowd. Things like reputation and dignity no longer mattered to them. At that moment, they were nothing more than corpses.

“You're the first person to force us to enter this stage,” said Primero. However, his voice had changed to those of an elderly person.