The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5258

Her palm, broad as a war-fan, swung down at Jared's face. The gust alone rattled lanterns.

“Courting death!” Jared's eyes flashed silver. He unleashed every drop of seventh-tier Wandering Immortal energy he possessed; his aura leaping sky-high.

There was no road back—only forward.

The Dragonslayer Sword sang from its sheath. A white-hot arc cleaved upward like a meteor cutting night, all of Jared's spirit forged into a single, desperate stroke.

Alice snorted. “An ant shaking an oak.” She neither dodged nor flinched, simply slapped her fan-sized hand straight into the falling sword light.

Boom!

Steel kissed flesh. Thunder detonated. A hurricane of force burst outward, hurling dust, candlesticks, and terrified onlookers in every direction. Those of weaker cultivation tumbled backward, eyes wide with the horror of power beyond their ken.

The moment the Dragonslayer Sword met Alice's palm, a force like a collapsing mountain rushed up the blade. His arms went numb, the web of his hand split open, and warm blood spattered the steel.

It felt as if a rampaging demon beast had slammed straight into his chest. He staggered back more than thirty paces before he could dig in his heels. A bitter, metallic taste rose in his throat. The blood wanted out; he forced it down with a snarl.

Alice drew back her lips in a thin, merciless smile. “Is that truly the extent of your skill, boy?”

Before the last syllable faded, her bulk blurred. She re-appeared in front of Jared, the other hand sweeping sideways with a cutting wind that promised to crush him in one blow.

“That's it—he's finished!”

“A mere seventh-tier Wandering Immortal can't hope to hold out against a seventh-tier Earthly Immortal!”

Slash!

She launched a storm of palms, each shadowed strike sealing every path of escape. Air cracked, the ground quivered, and the sky itself seemed to sag under the weight of her fury.

Jared gritted his teeth. With flawless footwork and sheer will, he threaded through that hurricane of power. New cuts opened across his shoulders and thighs; blood drenched his tunic, clinging dark and heavy. Yet his gaze only grew brighter—an unyielding gleam that insisted, I will not bow, I will not break.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“Steel rang against flesh-hard palms again and again. Every impact rattled Charles's organs, but each time, he found an eyelash-wide gap to survive.

One exchange, two, three... ten full rounds. Unbelievably, Jared had weathered ten of Alice's killing blows.”

Silence cracked around the courtyard, then shattered into awe. Even the guards of Whispers Tower gaped. No one had imagined a seventh-tier Wandering Immortal could last so long beneath the tower lord's hands; it rewrote everything they thought they knew.