A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5861

"Not a slow reaction," the Frostdrake hissed, amusement curling around every word.

Its jaws gaped. A breath of condensed, law-woven ice poured forth—not flame but pure, merciless cold so dense it bent the surrounding light. That breath carved a warped cerulean corridor through the air and slammed toward Jared's chest in a blink.

"Golem Body!" Golden scales blossomed across Jared's frame as he forced every drop of chaotic essence outward, turning flesh and bone into living armor that shimmered like minted coins.

Across the ice, the unicorn roared and coughed up a beam of molten gold. Fire met frost with a vicious hiss, billowing white steam high as fortress walls. Yet the creature's holy flame faltered first. Inch by hard-won inch, the blue breath buried the fire, snuffed it, and kept advancing.

The advance ended against Jared's chaos-forged shield with a brutal crack. Spiderweb fractures raced across the barrier, then the whole shield exploded. An irresistible force hammered his ribs; he felt as though an ancient mountain had chosen him for target practice. Jared careened backward hundreds of feet before slamming into the ice. Blood sprayed from his lips—bright, steaming, flecked with glittering shards of frost.

The unicorn fared little better, tumoring across the frozen plain, scales splintering, its once-resplendent fire nearly out.

Two exchanges—no more—and both man and beast lay battered, perilously close to defeat. Such was the might of a Top Level Nine Heavenly Immortal, terrible beyond words.

"Pathetic." The Frostdrake's voice carried the bored sigh of a predator denied decent sport.

Shaking its horned head, it studied the wounded pair with open contempt. "I thought I could at least stretch my muscles. Seems I overestimated you. Let's end this quickly."

Slowly, almost lazily, the colossal creature lifted one glacial claw. At its tips, five razor talons gleamed like sculpted ice, poised to descend and erase Jared from the frozen world.

One swipe from the monster's ice-blue talon would mash Jared Chance into a smear of torn flesh and shattered bone.

Outside the shimmering walls of the arcane array, Vermilion and Clara stared until their eyes burned. They flung themselves at the barrier, fists hammering uselessly against light that refused to yield, forced to watch in raw helpless terror.

Lady Aurora's brow tightened, the faintest shadow of concern sliding across her otherwise impassive face, yet she said nothing and let the moment hang like a sword above them all.

Cornered between life and death, a bright, manic glint burst in Jared's eyes—the look of a man willing to torch his own soul for a single breath more.

I will not die here—not today, not ever!

He bit through his tongue. A hot jet of blood splashed across the Dragonslayer Sword as his hands blurred through desperate seals. Within him, chaotic immortal force, the Chaotic Fire Lotus, and true dragon blood ignited, fusing into a single wild blaze.

"By my lifeblood, I summon my true name. By my very soul, I summon my true form. Chaos Dragonization—Golden Dragon Form!"

Jared's scream tore from his throat with an ancient, regal cadence that did not belong to any mortal tongue.

"Roar!"

A roar older, prouder, and more soul-shattering than the Frostdrake's own exploded from deep inside him, shaking the frozen basin to its roots.

This was no ghostly mirage.

It was the raw bellow of a primeval dragon echoing straight out of his blazing bloodline.

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