A Man Like None Other novel Chapter 1933

Nana had exhausted too much stamina unleashing Nine Shadows Godly Strike and materializing five shadow clones of himself. After all, rays of light that emitted from those shadow clones also stemmed from the strength within him.

Had the shadow clones been mere illusions, they could never have possessed any attack power.

Astonished, Patrick gaped at Edgar. The former had pulled his ultimate move but still could not seem to finish Nana off, not to mention even failing to incapacitate him.

Patrick then caught a glimpse of Nana panting profusely. The corner of his lips curled slightly upward as a thought popped into his head.

“No matter what technique you use, Paul, you’ll only be expending lots of spiritual energy. As for me, the power of laws is at my disposal. Your time is up! Prepare to meet your doom!”

Patrick knew that Nana was already at his limit.

Altering his stance, Patrick took root in the spot and sent vines piercing deep underground. The next second, his aura intensified.

Countless vines began to whirl as they twined around one another and danced in mid-air at an ever-increasing speed.

In an instant, a tornado was conjured in the sky. Gathering enormous strength, the tornado spun wildly as it advanced toward Edgar.

Should Nana get swept into it, even his Herculean physique would be crushed into meat paste.

He stared intently at that gargantuan tornado, only to find everything else in its surroundings being swallowed inside and ripped to shreds.

That sight stunned Mandra and the gang and they unwittingly retreated as far as they could.

Right when Mandra was distancing himself from the imminent danger, he noticed Benita at the entrance was gradually getting sucked into the tornado. As she was weak, the strong wind proved too much for her to handle.

Gasping in horror, Mandra leaped toward where the woman was, completely disregarding his own safety. He quickly took Benita in his arms and went all out to escape the pull from the tornado.

As gusts of wind flurried through the air, he gnashed his teeth, struggling to stand his ground with every step he took.

No matter what, I won‘t let go of Benita!

Benita, in turn, held onto Mandra, gazing at the old, ugly man right before her eyes in silence.

For some reason, Mandra seemed like a different man to her at that time.

Since when has he become so dashing and muscular?

Nana let out a roar, and Dragonslayer Sword radiated a magnificent glow. Immediately afterward, a beam of golden aura
emanated from the sword.