The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4836

Ararat was about to turn away, but right then, Jared launched a sudden sword strike.

The void around them shattered with the force, sword energy flying like a violent storm.

In a blink, Ararat vanished—already dodging every blade. When he reappeared, he looked at Jared with narrowed eyes. “A swordsman?”

Jared chuckled. “That's right. I'm an omnipotent cultivator—I can do anything!”

“I don't care what you are,” Ararat said, a sword appearing in his hand. “Let's see how you handle my attack.”

He launched a wave of slashes, so fast they blurred the air.

Jared's face tensed—he hadn't expected his opponent to also be a swordsman, much less one this skilled.

Boom!

He raised his blade, unleashing his own sword intent, powerful and vast. In a blink, the air filled with blades—an entire sea of swords.

Rosa, Isla, and Catalina wisely stayed far back.

Above the mountain, Jared and Ararat's swordplay exploded into a fierce storm of clashing blades and sword intent. Sword energies danced in every direction, the sheer speed making it impossible to track them with the naked eye.

Jared could feel it—his opponent's sword intent was razor-sharp, each strike meant to rend the heavens apart. He couldn't afford a single misstep.

He stayed focused, every motion of his blade building a glowing curtain to fend off Ararat's attacks.

“Your sword technique's solid,” Ararat sneered, “but not enough.”

With a flick of his sword, Ararat multiplied his attacks into a wild storm of sword shadows. It came down like a tidal wave.

But Ararat didn't let up. His sword strikes poured down like a storm, each one with enough force to rip the sky open.

Jared fought back with everything he had. His Dragonslayer Sword danced in the storm, carving arcs of silver light through the air. Each swing was a clash of metal, like war drums echoing across the mountain.

“Hmph. You've got some skill,” Ararat muttered coldly.

With a flick of his wrist, his sword strikes multiplied again, the pressure intensifying.

Jared cursed under his breath. This guy was strong—and totally unpredictable. But something inside Jared burned brighter. That stubborn flame wouldn't go out.

He roared, “Nine Shadows!”

Pouring every bit of spiritual energy he had into his blade, Jared launched his signature sword technique—ready to take it all the way.