The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4842

Kishor’s veins bulged along his arms as he clenched his iron-hard fists and sent them crashing down. “Take this punch, Mr. Chance!”

The sheer force of the strike sent shards of stone flying, carried by the howling wind, slamming into Jared’s chest. Yet, instead of faltering, he used the momentum to pivot, his body radiating a faint golden glow.

Blow after blow, the two warriors clashed in a relentless storm of fists and kicks, shaking the very foundations of the mountain. Their battle sent a flock of birds into panicked flight, darkening the sky like an omen of destruction.

“Physical form, solid as a cauldron. Spirit, burning like a flame.” Amidst his wild laughter, Kishor abruptly reined in his power. Jared felt as though his organs had been tempered in fire. He exhaled sharply, and to his astonishment, his breath solidified into a swirling vortex of ethereal energy.

Against all odds, Jared was holding his ground, facing both Ararat and Kishor at once. From the sidelines, Corrado and Infinides watched in stunned horror.

Through relentless fervor and grueling training under Ararat and Kishor, Jared’s abilities had ascended at an astonishing rate.

Truth be told, despite their initial agreement to bind Jared to servitude for three hundred years, both Ararat and Kishor had grown to admire him. Over time, they recognized his exceptional talent—an anomaly seen perhaps once in ten thousand years.

More than that, Jared had shattered their assumptions. He wasn’t some privileged scion relying on birthright; his strength had been forged through sheer determination. Time and again, he was beaten to a pulp, but never once did he waver.

Rumble...

As Ararat and Kishor continued refining Jared’s abilities, the world around them suddenly shifted. Dark clouds gathered overhead, churning ominously, their oppressive weight thickening the air.

The sight left both men utterly stunned.

“That... that’s a lightning tribulation cloud?” Ararat's voice wavered with shock as his gaze locked onto the roiling sky.

“Who’s making a breakthrough?” Kishor’s eyes darted to Jared, who stood firm, sword in hand. His disbelief deepened. “Don’t tell me… it’s Mr. Chance?”

“This tribulation cloud is terrifying,” Ararat muttered, his brow furrowed. “It couldn’t possibly be him. He’s only at Ultimate Realm Level Three—how could he summon something of this magnitude?”

“You two should step back if you don’t want to get caught in it,” Infinides warned. “That cloud is indeed triggered by Jared’s tribulation.”

“It’s really his?” Ararat gasped. “Can he even withstand such a terrifying lightning tribulation?”

Kishor, however, quickly shook off his hesitation. “Have you forgotten? Mr. Chance has even endured the golder immortal's power of law If anyone can survive this, it’s him. We’d best keep our distance.”

“What is Mr. Chance doing?” Kishor frowned in confusion.

Ararat, however, sensed something deeper. “He’s gained insight from this breakthrough. Don’t disturb him.”

Under the breathless gaze of those around him, Jared’s aura became increasingly elusive—its presence dissolving into the vast currents of the universe, as though he had begun to harmonize with an unseen, primordial rhythm.

After a moment, Jared slowly opened his eyes. A glimmer of profound wisdom flickered within them, as if he had glimpsed the very fabric of the universe itself. In a deep, measured voice, he spoke. “I have seen the laws of nature... their complexity far beyond imagination.”

With those words, he reached out and picked up the third documentation device from the set of four.

The device was cool and smooth against his fingertips, its inscriptions shimmering faintly, as if pulsing in resonance with the power of law he had just grasped.

Jared took a slow, steady breath before extending his spiritual sense into the device.

At that instant, it erupted with a blinding brilliance. An overwhelming, ancient aura surged forth like a tidal wave, rippling through the air with an undeniable force.