A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5009

“Mr. Chance, don't waste your resources on me anymore. I'm not going to make it. I'm honestly lucky to make it this far. Just ignore me,” Reidan said as he forced out a smile.

“Nonsense! I said you'll live, so you'll live. I have plenty of resources. You don't need to save any for me!” Jared shouted anxiously.

If Reidan gave up hope of surviving, not even a great golder immortal could save him!

“Cough, cough, cough...”

Reidan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with internal organs.

It was clear that Reidan was seriously injured.

“Okay, don't move. I'll heal your wounds...” Jared saw this and knew if he didn't treat Reidan now, he really would die.

“Mr. Chance, watch out!”

Suddenly, Reidan's eyes widened. He mustered his last ounce of strength and lunged forward!

Pft!

A longsword instantaneously pierced through Reidan's body, and a black-clad figure from the Eighth Hall swiftly followed with a kick!

Reidan's body collapsed again, but this time his eyes lost all light. He couldn't even speak.

“F*ck...”

Jared panicked. The Dragonslayer Sword in his hand flashed, slashing out a brilliant sword light that pierced straight through the Eighth Hall man in black, splitting him in two.

But when Jared looked back at Reidan, he found Reidan was already lifeless.

Jared's body trembled slightly. A raging killing intent surged skyward.

Although they had only known each other a short time, Reidan came without hesitation when Jared was in danger.

Now, he had died here. In truth, Reidan had died for Jared.

More and more men in black from the Eighth Hall charged at Jared.

“Die!” Jared roared, his expression turning ferocious.

Whoosh!

Yet, the Winged Tiger City's soldiers and the Eighth Hall men in black came in endless waves.

Jared clearly felt his spiritual power draining like a breaking dam, each sword swing overdrawing his life force.

His complexion grew increasingly pale, and the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth became more and more copious. Yet, the murderous intent in his eyes didn't wane even slightly. Only one thought remained: kill them all!

“Die!”

Jared's eyes turned blood red, killing aura rolling like a solid force. Every swing of the Dragonslayer Sword unleashed a shower of blood.

The soldiers of Winged Tiger City and the Eighth Hall men in black surged like tides, only to fall like stalks of wheat.

But the enemy was simply too many!

“Jared, if you keep this up, you're going to exhaust yourself to death!”

Flaxseed gritted his teeth and shouted, his talisman constantly exploding to push back several men in black, but his face was pale as paper, obviously drained of spiritual power.