Chapter 5577

Enaricus flinched, arms sweeping up in a desperate cross-guard.

Boom.

Impact thundered through the square, hurling him backward once more-armor denting, bones rattling-while dust spiraled skyward like applause for the young man who refused to stop advancing.

Enaricus skidded backward across the ravaged air, more than three hundred yards before frictionless void finally surrendered its grip and let him stop.

He was uninjured, yet both arms throbbed. Tremors rippled down to his fingertips, protesting Jared’s last strike.

“Those feeble tricks? You dare call yourself the Third Hall overlord?” Jared’s voice rolled out, cold and certain, each syllable a verdict. “As of today, you are stripped of that title.”

“You are nothing-nothing!” Enaricus roared, forcing power through shaking limbs. Aura ballooned around him in ragged, furious waves, too wild to disguise the panic beating behind his eyes.