The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4842

Kishor’s veins bulged along his arms as he 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, he 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, he was beaten to a pulp, but never once did he waver.

Rumble...

As Ararat and Kishor continued refining Jared’s abilities, the world around them suddenly shifted. Dark clouds gathered overhead, churning ominously, their oppressive weight thickening the air.

The sight left both men utterly stunned.

“That... that’s a lightning tribulation cloud?” Ararat's voice wavered with shock as his gaze locked onto the roiling sky.

“Who’s making a breakthrough?” Kishor’s eyes darted to Jared, who stood firm, sword in hand. His disbelief deepened. “Don’t tell me… it’s Mr. Chance?”

“This tribulation cloud is terrifying,” Ararat muttered, his brow furrowed. “It couldn’t possibly be him. He’s only at Ultimate Realm Level Three—how could he summon something of this magnitude?”

“You two should step back if you don’t want to get caught in it,” Infinides warned. “That cloud is indeed triggered by Jared’s tribulation.”

“It’s really his?” Ararat gasped. “Can he even withstand such a terrifying lightning tribulation?”

Kishor, however, quickly shook off his hesitation. “Have you forgotten? Mr. Chance has even endured the golder immortal's power of law If anyone can survive this, it’s him. We’d best keep our distance.”