A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6121

After thirty fierce exchanges, Garrick's breathing lost its rhythm and each motion dragged.

Bang!

A palm hammered his shoulder; the snap of bone rang clear. He grunted, staggered back three steps, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Bang!

A second strike smashed into his back.

Blood sprayed from his lips as he fell from mid-air like a severed kite.

"Father!" Vivian's scream tore through the din.

Even on landing, Garrick forced himself upright and lunged toward his daughter once more.

He could not fall.

He could not die.

Vivian was still waiting.

His voice rasped like stone on steel: "Vivian, run! Leave this place now!"

Vivian shook her head hard, tears blurring her sight. "I'm not leaving! I'll stay with you—if we die, we die together!"

Garrick's gaze trembled. "Silly child! If you stay, we both die! Live! Go find Jared and beg forgiveness for The Janis Family!"

"Father…" Her answer dissolved into sobs.

Garrick's trembling hand brushed her cheek; the wetness there mixed with the blood on his fingertips.

"I blundered and ruined our clan, but you must not fall here. You have to live."

He turned toward the onrushing soldiers and House Wagner guards, a hard glint flickering in his eyes.

"Go! Take the garden's back gate—hurry!"

Vivian opened her mouth, but Garrick had already spun away and charged the tide.

"Come on! Anyone craving death—step forward!"

True Immortal power erupted; a golden palm imprint swept out and hurled a dozen soldiers into the air.

He planted himself before Vivian like an unmovable mountain, blocking every path to her.

Staring at her father's blood-soaked, solitary back, Vivian's tears fell faster than she could wipe them away.

She ground her teeth, something sharp coiling inside her chest.

At last she stamped the flagstones, whirled, and sprinted toward the rear courtyard.

Dominic barked, "After her! Don't let her escape!"

Soldiers and guards leapt to obey, but Garrick stepped forward again, sealing every route.

"If you want her, pass me first."

He flicked his wrist; a longsword of shifting colors and dense spirit light appeared in his grip.

It was his life-bound weapon, The Janis Family's thousand-year treasure—the Heavenstep Blade.

The white-haired elder watched, a brief glint sliding through his eyes. "Garrick, you make a fine father, but you chose the wrong side."

Garrick let out a hoarse laugh. The sound scraped through the smoke-filled air with a bleak chill and a wild swagger.

"Save the chit-chat. If you want a fight, then fight. Come!"

He raised the Heavenstep Blade. No more guarding, no more second-guessing.

Like a sword just freed from its sheath, he shot straight into the crowded ranks ahead.

The Celestial Palace Elders answered in kind. They surged forward together, sealing every path and striking from every angle.

This time Garrick spared no strength. He abandoned defense entirely and traded blow for blow, life for life.

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