A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4619

Ricky was a member of the city lord mansion, yet Teegan hadn't hesitated for a moment to kill him. This act alone demonstrated that Teegan was even more ruthless than Niel.

“Did you harm my younger brother?” After dispatching Ricky, Teegan turned his cold, piercing gaze toward Jared, his voice sharp and commanding.

“What do you think?” Jared asked, his smile calm and composed, betraying no fear.

Though Teegan was an Ultimate Realm Level Five cultivator, Jared remained unfazed. He knew his own abilities well and was confident that, even in the face of Teegan's strength, he could hold his ground.

“Teegan, it was him!” Niel cried out, his voice desperate. “He's the one who attacked me. He even stole the beast cores of our men! And he crippled my legs! You have to avenge me, you have to!”

Teegan gave Niel a reassuring look. “Don't worry,” he said, his voice unwavering. “He won't leave here alive. As for your legs, I'll find a way to heal them.”

His gaze then locked onto Jared, cold and filled with an unrelenting murderous intent.

“Heal them?” Jared chuckled, a flick of his hand sending a beam of white light flashing across the air. In an instant, Niel's severed legs disintegrated into dust. It was all gone—turned to ash. There was no hope of repairing the damage now.

“You...” Teegan's voice trembled with shock and fury. He hadn't expected Jared to be so audacious. He's just a Tribulator. What gives him the confidence to confront me, an Ultimate Realm Level Five cultivator, so boldly?

“Die!” Teegan roared, his fury exploding as he drew his long sword from his back. The sword's energy slashed through the air with such force that the very void rippled in its wake. The blade's intent radiated outward, an overwhelming aura of power.

“A spiritual sword? I never expected you'd have one too!” Jared's expression shifted, his surprise evident. Teegan's sword was, remarkably, also a spiritual sword—and it clearly possessed a sword spirit.

Spiritual swords were rare enough, but to have one that contained a sword spirit was even rarer. And imbuing such a spirit with true intelligence was a complex and arduous task few could manage.

“Don't tell me he also wields a spiritual sword?” Teegan's eyes narrowed, fixed intently on the Dragonslayer Sword in Jared's grip. His gaze was sharp as a hawk's, searching for any sign, any hint that might explain this unexpected turn.

The surprise that surged within him was like a tidal wave, overwhelming his composure. He never could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary cultivator before him possessed a spiritual sword of his own. And judging by the clash just now, the power of Jared's sword was in no way inferior to his own.

“You... Your sword... is it also a spiritual sword?” Teegan's voice wavered, disbelief creeping into his words. He couldn't fathom how a cultivator of such a lower realm could possess a treasure of this caliber.

Jared flashed a nonchalant smile, the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand vibrating faintly, as if resonating with its master's pride. “This is the Dragonslayer Sword, my companion for many years. The spirit within it has gained wisdom.”

Before his words could fully settle, a brilliant radiance erupted from the blade. The faint silhouette of Zelda materialized, her presence exuding an ancient and majestic aura that quickly began to fill the air around them.