A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6218

"But..."

Skylar turned the sentence with easy calm, like he was mentioning something too trivial to matter.

"Trash like you isn't worth me doing it myself. I'd only dirty my hands."

He turned his head toward Josephine beside him.

His voice changed at once, soft and gentle, with the kind of certainty that didn't leave room to refuse, like he was assigning the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Senior Josephine, trouble yourself for me. Teach this fool who doesn't know his place a lesson, and let him learn who he can afford to provoke and who he can't," Skylar said.

The second those words landed, the entire place fell silent.

It was like time locked in place.

The howling wind cut off. The demonic aura stopped rolling. Every other sound vanished until all that remained was the sharp, hurried breathing of the people standing there.

The cultivators of Cloudhaven City stared with their eyes wide open, disbelief written all over their faces.

None of them had expected Skylar to call on Josephine to make a move against Jared.

Jared went rigid where he stood, like a thunderbolt had crashed straight into him.

His body wouldn't move. The Dragonslayer Sword nearly slipped from his hand, and the draconic energy around him broke into wild, violent disorder.

He looked at Skylar as if he could tear him apart on the spot.

Then he whipped toward Josephine, and whatever was left in him seemed to drop from the highest point straight into a bottomless pit. The shock on his face cracked wide open into something worse, and even the spirit inside him seemed to shake.

"Skylar!"

"You actually dare send Josephine against me?!" Jared roared, his voice shredded raw and on the edge of breaking. "You filthy bastard! You despicable piece of trash! Are you even human?!"

Skylar only smiled faintly, like he hadn't heard Jared's roar at all.

His eyes stayed flat, with a trace of amusement in them, and he went on speaking to Josephine in a soft voice. "Senior Josephine, go on. This man is nothing. Just an irrelevant ant, a pathetic clown. You don't need to hold back. Just cripple him."

Josephine's brows pulled tight, and the resistance in her kept building.

She looked at Jared, frozen below.

She looked at that face gone white as paper, drained of all color. She looked at the pain and despair in his eyes, so thick it wouldn't break apart. She looked at the way his whole body shook, and that resistance inside her surged harder.

It was the kind of pushback that came from somewhere deeper than thought.

It made her unwilling to take even one step. Unwilling to raise a hand against him.

She didn't want to do it.

She didn't know why.

There was no reason she could grab onto, nothing she could name, but she simply did not want to strike that man. Even with Skylar giving the order, she still wouldn't.

"Senior Josephine?"

Skylar's voice came again, still warm, but a faint chill ran under it, and a thin threat spread through the air.

"What is it? Is there a problem? Or... are you reluctant to lay a hand on him?"

Josephine turned and looked at Skylar.

He still wore that same gentle, harmless smile.

But deep in those dark eyes, there was something she couldn't make sense of, something shadowed and stubborn. The moment it touched her, her body went taut.

"I..."

Josephine parted her lips.

She was about to refuse, about to say she didn't want to make a move, but before the words could leave her mouth, Skylar cut in lightly.

"Senior Josephine, trust me."

Skylar's voice stayed gentle and certain, carrying a soothing force that pressed in before it could be pushed away, like he was coaxing a child who refused to listen.

"That man isn't worth your hesitation. He's our enemy. He bears hostility toward both of us."

"Go on. Just treat it as... helping me vent this. For all these years, he's been pressing me down at every turn. I've been sick of him for a long time. If master were here, master would tell you to make a move too."

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