A Man Like None Other

Kishor’s veins bulged along his arms as clenched his iron-hard fists and sent them crashing down. “Take this punch, Mr. Chance!”

The sheer force of the strike sent shards of stone flying, carried by the howling wind, slamming into Jared’s chest. Yet, instead of faltering, used the momentum to pivot, his body radiating a faint golden glow.

Blow after blow, the two warriors clashed in a relentless storm of fists and kicks, shaking the very foundations of the mountain. Their battle sent a flock of birds into panicked flight, darkening the sky like an omen of destruction.

“Physical form, solid as a cauldron. Spirit, burning like a flame.”

Amidst his wild laughter, Kishor abruptly reined in his power. Jared felt as though his organs had been tempered in fire. He exhaled sharply, and to his astonishment, his breath solidified into a swirling vortex of ethereal energy.

Against all odds, Jared was holding his ground, facing both Ararat and Kishor at once. From the sidelines, Corrado and Infinides watched in stunned horror.

Through relentless fervor and grueling training under Ararat and Kishor, Jared’s abilities had ascended at an astonishing rate.

Truth be told, despite their initial agreement to bind Jared to servitude for three hundred years, both Ararat and Kishor had grown to admire him. Over time, they recognized his exceptional talent, an anomaly seen perhaps once in ten thousand years.

More than that, Jared had shattered their assumptions. He wasn’t some privileged scion relying on birthright; his strength had been forged through sheer determination. Time and again, was beaten to a pulp, but never once did waver.

Rumble!

refining Jared’s abilities, the world around them suddenly shifted. Dark clouds gathered overhead, churning

sight left both

voice wavered with shock as

breakthrough?” Kishor’s eyes darted to Jared, who stood firm, sword in hand.

cloud is terrifying,” Ararat muttered, his brow furrowed. “It couldn’t possibly be him. He’s only

you don’t want to get caught in it,” Infinides warned. “That cloud is

even

you forgotten? Mr. Chance has even endured the golder

Ararat by the arm and

lightning tribulation cloud, streaks of lightning crackled and writhed

Boom!

bolt of lightning tore through the heavens with

his body, carrying the scent of singed flesh, but astonishingly, remained unscathed-untouched by what should have been a

to withstand the tribulation with nothing but his bare body was no mere coincidence, it was related to Kishor and