A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4484

Rumble...

Meanwhile, Jared, with a swift strike of his sword, sent Milton flying a full kilometer away in an instant. However, the force of the blow also sent Jared hurtling backward.

Gatlin's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with concern. He had not anticipated Jared's strength to be so overwhelming. Milton was considered the strongest among their group, and he had been sent flying with ease.

Despite being at the Tribulation Stage, Jared had managed to spar with Milton for so long without sustaining any major injuries.

This is just absurd!

Gatlin was grateful he hadn't rashly attacked Jared himself—had he been defeated by the young Tribulator, it would have been a crushing humiliation.

Milton, still reeling from Jared's sword strike, slowly lowered his gaze. To his astonishment, he noticed a wound on his left chest. It wasn't deep, but the fact that a mere Seventh Level Tribulator had managed to inflict any injury on him at all was utterly absurd.

At that moment, Milton's fury surged. The humiliation was too much to bear, especially with others watching. As an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator, being bested by a mere Seventh Level Tribulator would have been an embarrassing blow to his pride. Worse still, he had just mocked Gatlin for being too timid to take on Jared. Now, here he was, in the very position he had ridiculed—this was the very definition of karma.

“Kid, I don't care who you are. Today, you die!” Milton growled, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. A terrifying aura exploded from within him, rippling outward like a violent hurricane, its force slamming toward Jared.

In the blink of an eye, Milton surged forward like a bolt of lightning, his body a blur as he shot toward Jared.

But just as he was about to strike, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed deeply, and his gaze shifted toward the distant void.

Gatlin and the others, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned their attention toward the same direction.

“The people from Allardland are coming. Stop wasting time!” Gatlin called out, his tone urgent.

Milton nodded, his expression grim. “Let's join forces, take this young man down, and claim the Demon Sea Alliance's hundred-year offering!”

Once they finished speaking, the five Ultimate Realm cultivators launched their attack on Jared in unison. The sight of five powerful cultivators targeting a Seventh Level Tribulator would, if it got out, likely become one of the greatest jokes in the Ethereal Realm.

Jared's Golem Body began to crack and disintegrate, turning into a brilliant golden light that vanished. His physical form, too, was ravaged—fresh blood splattered from his wounds. Yet, even as the pain racked his body, Jared's resolve remained unbroken. He had prepared himself for this moment, knowing full well that if he was going down, he would drag someone down with him.

The act of drawing the bow and readying the arrow had nearly drained all of Jared's remaining aura.

Despite the toll it had taken on him, Jared was resolute in his determination to go down fighting—taking his enemies with him.

The sheer force of the Divine Bow had left Gatlin and his companions in stunned disbelief.

They never could have anticipated that Jared would wield such an extraordinary weapon—one of unmatched power.

Milton's eyes widened in shock as he stared down at his arm, where his hand had been cleanly severed from the wrist by one of the arrows. The others were equally injured.

Despite their combined might, the five of them had failed to defeat Jared. Instead, they found themselves wounded by his relentless counterattack.