A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 3289

Chapter 3289 A Close Call

“Since it’s a golden opportunity, why don’t you take action?” Kiara questioned. It was apparent that Kiara harbored opinions about Rostom’s reluctance to speak up earlier and join her father in dispersing the bird flock.

Rostom cast a brief glance at Kiara before leaping out of the airship, heading directly for the quinticolor birds.

“Silly girl, what are you saying!” Hamish scolded his daughter, surprised, and rushed out of the airship as well.

Given his close ties with the Beridze family, he couldn’t afford to let Rostom go alone, fearing that something might go wrong.

Just as Hamish and Rostom leaped out of the airship, the sword shaped by tens of thousands of quinticolor birds directly cut through the giant net created by Misho.

The net shattered, and the spiritual energy instantly dissipated, causing Misho to cough up a mouthful of blood. Subsequently, the massive swarm of quinticolor birds surged toward Misho.

“Old Mr. Giuvali!”

Witnessing this, Hamish was alarmed. He wanted to assist Misho but hesitated when faced with the flock of quinticolor birds.

As for Rostom, he swiftly turned and sprinted back to the airship upon witnessing Misho’s net break and the birds swarming.

“Grandpa!”

Observing the unfolding scene, Izolda was eager to rush out of the airship but was restrained by Jared. After holding back Izolda, Jared leaped out, and the Dragonslayer Sword appeared in his hand simultaneously.

The Dragonslayer Sword sent forth tendrils of flames as Jared thrust it forward. The all- encompassing aura, mingling with demonic fire, erupted like a mesmerizing display of fireworks.

Typically, ordinary demon beasts recoiled in fear of such intense flames. As Jared swung his sword, the dispersing fire momentarily arrested the advance of the approaching bird flock.

“Grandpa? Grandpa!” Izolda cried anxiously as she noticed Misho’s pale face. Just then, a middle-aged cultivator emerged from the crowd. “Let me take a look…”

“Please, Mr. Tamazi. Nothing must happen to Old Mr. Giuvali,” Hamish implored the middle-aged cultivator.

“Fear not. Although Old Mr. Giuvali was struck by the birds, the issue should not be significant. With a comforting tone, Tamazi crouched down, conducting a thorough examination of Misho.

Following the examination, he fetched a porcelain bottle and dispensed two pills, filling the airship with the soothing fragrance of the medicine.

The quality of the pills was evident from their aroma. However, Jared furrowed his brows upon seeing them in Tamazi’s palm.

Just as Tamazi prepared to administer the pills to Misho, Jared stepped in, asserting, “Old Mr. Giuvali can’t take these pills. His injury goes beyond mere physical impact.”