A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5914

"Y-You brat..."

Nearly three hundred feet away, Soul Devourer tore himself from the cratered cliff face, the remaining five tattered wings keeping him aloft. Black blood dripped from a severed arm, pattering onto the molten stone below, and his aura was in utter chaos.

He glared at Jared, emerald eyes swelling with horror, venom—and a thin, reluctant ribbon of terror.

"You... You actually—"

The words rasped across broken fangs, thin and unbelieving.

He had attained Top Level High Immortal Realm Level One!

He had fused Earthcore Demonic Flame and felt his power skyrocket.

His opponent, on the other hand, stood only at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Three.

By all reason, the duel should have been a slaughter—an instant, effortless execution.

Yet, what was the outcome he was met with?

He paid the price of an arm and half a shoulder just to land a single palm strike on his opponent's chest!

Worse, Jared's eyes still burned, undimmed, invitation shining like cold steel.

Everything Soul Devourer knew of cultivation lay in ruins, every ancient maxim ground to dust.

Jared coughed, fresh blood spattering the scorched earth.

Slowly—inch by stubborn inch—he pushed upright until his spine stood perfectly straight.

He wiped the red smear from his lip; though the gash across his chest gaped and his face blanched, the gleam in his eyes sharpened, laced now with mocking light.

"What's the matter?" Jared asked, his voice hoarse, yet every syllable carried across the ravine. "Are you shocked? Are you finding this hard to swallow?"

A bloody smile tugged at his lips, his eyes full of disdain. "Did you think reaching the High Immortal Realm makes you invincible? You think cultivation level alone determines everything? Soul Devourer, you've lived for tens of thousands of years—what have you done with all that time? You've no grasp of how true power is built. All you do is consume, pillage, and destroy. It may seem fierce, but it's empty at the core, all flash and no substance. My power is chaos, protection, and creation. Its foundation is rock-solid—nothing you, a so-called High Immortal who relies on devouring vengeful souls to get stronger, could ever hope to match."

With every sentence, Soul Devourer's face darkened, shame and hatred thickening until even the sulfur-laden air seemed to curdle.

This brat's recovery is monstrously fast, and that bizarre power of his suppressed me at every turn. If the fight goes on, I might truly be defeated, wiping out ten thousand years of cultivation in a single moment! I can't let that happen!

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