A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4620

Though Zelda had yet to fully manifest, the invisible sword intent already solidified the surrounding air, as if time itself had come to a halt.

Teegan’s expression changed drastically. He recognized the significance of the awakened sword spirit all too well. It wasn’t just about amplifying the sword’s power; more crucially, it signified the perfect extension of the sword master’s will-an absolute fusion between the blade and its wielder.

Though Teegan possessed a sword spirit of his own, it felt lacking, devoid of the indescribable charm and presence that Zelda emanated.

“Hmph, so what if you have a spiritual sword? Today, I, Teegan, will cut you down here and now!”

Enraged, Teegan let out a furious roar, his entire being radiating with intense spiritual energy. His sword, strapped to his back, erupted into flames, its power crackling with fury. The blade hummed like a deafening dragon’s roar, its inscriptions flickering with a brilliant light. Waves of overwhelming sword intent surged forth like a tidal wave, reaching toward the skies.

A cold smirk tugged at the corners of Jared’s mouth. Without hesitation, he raised his Dragonslayer Sword, the tip of the blade pointing straight at the vast sky, a challenge to Teegan’s power.

A more powerful surge of sword intent erupted from Jared, crashing fiercely against Teegan’s in mid-air. The collision sent a dazzling explosion of sword light across the sky, painting the heavens in brilliant, shifting colors.

“The contest of sword intent isn’t just about whose blade is sharper, but whose resolve is stronger!” Jared’s voice rang out, resonating amid the blinding glow of the swords. The radiance of the Dragonslayer Sword grew even more intense, its light almost blinding in its brilliance.

At last, Zelda’s figure fully materialized, her form coalescing into being, holding her own long sword. She engaged in a fierce battle with Teegan’s Sword Spirit, their clash filling the void with a shimmering, otherworldly force.

The two sword spirits collided with a thunderous force-one radiated an aura of ancient solemnity, while the other exuded a fierce, domineering presence. Each clash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the very heavens and earth were being torn asunder.

The sword light flickered, and the sword intent surged with boundless power. Each flash of the blades carried enough force to obliterate the area.

Shock and frustration twisted across Teegan’s face.

Teegan’s face drained of color, his expression turning deathly pale. This sword spirit had been his labor of love, nurtured with immense effort over countless years-almost as if it were his own child. Now, slain by Zelda’s might, his once-formidable spiritual sword had been reduced to nothing more than an ordinary long sword, stripped of its essence.

“You destroyed my spiritual sword! I will see you dead for this…” Teegan roared, clutching what had now become a mere, ordinary long sword.

Even without its previous power, Teegan raised the blade high, the sword’s edge gleaming with a cold, deadly light that cast an eerie reflection, impossible to ignore.

A torrent of fiery aura enveloped Teegan, his body beginning to levitate as the flames surged around him. His inner energy surged to its peak, an overwhelming force gathering within him. With a final, determined motion, Teegan released the long sword, sending it hurtling into the air.

Even without the Sword Spirit, Teegan’s long sword suddenly erupted with a brilliant beam of white light, which swiftly multiplied-first into ten, then a hundred, and soon thousands of beams.