A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4818

“Butterfly Storm.”

Keaton let out a low roar, abruptly swinging both hands. In an instant, the countless butterfly daggers transformed into a massive storm barrier, shielding him.

Amidst the storm, the daggers spun like lightning, emitting a humming sound. It was as if countless butterflies were dancing wildly in the wind.

The Sacred Light Fist clashed fiercely with the Butterfly Storm, resulting in a deafening roar.

The golden punch and the silver storm intermingled in the air, creating a dazzling light show. The patrons in the tavern each covered their ears, their eyes filled with awe and shock.

“This... This punch is so powerful.” Red Ghost widened his eyes, watching the mid-air duel in disbelief.

A faint smile played at the corners of Stefan's mouth, his eyes flashing with a hint of excitement. “Indeed, Jared is no ordinary lad,” he remarked. “He doesn't need a sword at all. Just one punch from him is enough to shake even the most formidable figures in the Immortal Realm Level Four.”

In mid-air, Jared's fist shadows were gradually consumed by the Butterfly Storm, yet the expression on the face of Keaton did not ease up.

He keenly felt that Jared's punch power hadn't completely dissipated. Instead, it was continuously gathering strength within the storm, as if it could break through his defenses at any moment.

“Immortal's Pointer,” Jared called out softly, his figure suddenly flashed, and in an instant, he appeared at Keaton's side.

Jared's fingertips danced with a golden glow. With a swift gesture, he directed this brilliant beam straight toward Keaton.

“Immortal's Pointer.” Keaton's eyes narrowed in shock, his heart filled with dread.

He hadn't expected that Jared would actually master such a profound celestial technique. The power of this single gesture was even more terrifying than the previous Sacred Light Fist.

As Jared traced his Immortal's Pointer through the void, everything around seemed to come to a standstill.

“Time nascence?”

Inside the tavern, Stefan had risen from his seat. The smile on his face had already faded as he silently watched Jared in mid-air.

An Ultimate Realm Level Three cultivator could actually perceive the time nascence and even control it. This had already exceeded all his expectations.

At that moment, a hint of seriousness finally surfaced on Stefan's face.