A Man Like None Other

The sword in Rostam’s grasp was etched with flowing runes, pulsing with an ancient power. A faint dragon’s roar emanated from its blade, a clear sign of its divine nature.

Yet, to his surprise, Jared did not unsheathe his famed Dragonslayer Sword. Instead, simply closed his eyes, his aura steadily condensing around him. In the palm of his hand, a faint white glow began to take shape, subtle at first, but growing sharper by the second.

Contained within that radiance was an unfathomable sharpness, the very essence of sword intent had spent countless hours refining.

Rostam’s expression darkened instantly. His grip on the hilt tightened as a surge of irritation flared within him. “Jared, what is the meaning of this? Are you implying that l’m not even worthy of facing your Dragonslayer Sword? That you can defeat me with nothing but sword intent? Do you think so little of me?”

Rostam’s voice trembled with barely contained fury, each syllable echoing with indignation and wounded pride.

He had seen Jared wield the Dragonslayer Sword before, an unparalleled divine weapon in its own right. Yet now, in their duel, Jared had chosen not to use it. To Rostam, this was nothing short of an insult.

Jared slowly opened his eyes, amusement flickering within them. In a measured yet unwavering tone, said, “You’re right… I don’t hold you in high regard. Against an opponent like you, my sword intent alone is more than enough. If I were to wield the Dragonslayer Sword, it would be excessive… And frankly, an unfair fight.”

His voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet his words struck like a boulder crashing into a still lake, sending ripples of shock through the onlookers.

Rostam roared, his fury igniting like a raging

his sword, a violent surge of sword energy

jagged black rift. The sword energy, resembling a monstrous python,

right hand effortlessly and casually. With a graceful motion, his palm,

instant, the formless sword intent crystallized into a streak of radiant white light, slashing through the

instead of an earth-shattering

intent and black sword energy intertwined, colliding in a relentless struggle. Ripples of fragmented energy spread outward, reducing rocks to dust and slicing nearby trees clean in half. Severed branches and leaves

long your sword intent can last!” Rostam scoffed coldly, channeling more spiritual

back Jared’s white sword intent. Yet Jared remained utterly unfazed, a faint, confident smile playing at the

“Break,” uttered softly.

the white sword intent

the black sword energy into countless fragments. But the onslaught didn’t

a panic, swung his sword, hastily forming a protective barrier of sword