A Man Like None Other

As six shadow clones appeared at once, Jared, who had been fighting solo up until now, managed to surround Ararat completely.

The Dragonslayer Sword gleamed with a fierce light. Each strike came down with overwhelming force, as if it was hellbent on destroying everything in its way.

“Hmm…” Ararat frowned.

Without warning, stabbed his longsword into the ground.

“Unmovable!” roared, and in the blink of an eye, countless swords rose up around him, encircling in a deadly formation.

Though Ararat didn’t move an inch, the floating swords around attacked relentlessly, each one acting like an extension of his will.

Their swordplay collided in an intense storm of blades. Sword energy swept out in waves, and wherever it touched, mountain rock crumbled into dust. Deep trenches were carved into the ground, like the mountaintop had been ravaged by some giant, invisible force.

Amid the chaos, Jared slipped into an odd state of mind. His thoughts cleared, his focus narrowed. Every move Ararat made, every time drew his blade, it all slowed down, each detail unfolding with perfect clarity.

Jared began to pick up on the deeper structure behind Ararat’s sword techniques. What once looked complicated was now clean and logical in his mind.

The weak point’s right there,” muttered to

a flash, his six shadow clones merged into one. At the same time, the arc of his Dragonslayer Sword

of taking

change immediately, his expression

mid-fight.

instant. What had been a barrage of endless swords now refined itself into something far deadlier. Each strike felt

Domain!”

It looked like a silver river had flipped upside

just regular sword energies, each one bearing the crushing

Quickly, plunged his sword into the ground and began

narrowed. The sudden vacuum in his sword

actually absorb sword energy?”

air, splitting its glow into a Circle of Duality. One side

Boom!

exploded outward. Jared’s sword collided with Ararat’s, ripping three dark gashes