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The Legendary Man Chapter 772

The Legendary Man Chapter 772-Those demon beasts had relatively high cultivation levels, and most had acquired spiritual wisdom.

Seeing the look in Jonathan’s eyes, those demon beasts turned around and fled.

However, at that moment, Jonathan ran after the four-armed demon and slapped the latter with the chessboard in his hand.

Clang!

Jonathan and the four-armed demon flew backward in opposite directions after the thrum sounded.

Blaze parried Jonathan’s ambush with his spear. Then, he steadied himself and scolded, “Are you crazy, Jonathan? I told you I’m Blaze!”

“I know you’re Blaze, and that’s why I’m hitting you!”

Jonathan took another step forward and swung the chessboard at the four-armed demon again.

“D*mn it! You’re doing it again!”

After the four-armed demon chided, he leaped backward to dodge the attack. Then, he whirled around and took flight without hesitation.

“Jonathan, I was planning to induct you into Apocalypse. Do you think this is the appropriate way for you to treat me?”

“F*ck Apocalypse.”

Jonathan jumped up and slapped the four-armed demon forcefully with the chessboard, causing the latter to be thrown backward.

“Do you think I’m a fool who doesn’t know what Apocalypse is up to? Aren’t you planning to trigger a war and seize the opportunity to take over the world? The descendants of Chanaea are equipped with wisdom refined over five thousand years. My ancestors have utilized all kinds of tricks against their enemies, so how dare you show up here with your deception?”

Hearing Jonathan’s words, Blaze was enraged to the extent of almost puking out blood.

“Why did I harbor high hopes for you?” Blaze bellowed.

At that instant, he had no wish to tangle further with Jonathan. Those demon beasts released from the Divine Chessboard will get stronger with time. If they were to replenish their spiritual energy, I’m afraid I won’t be able to escape, regardless of my capabilities.

Unfortunately, Jonathan continued to pursue and hunt Blaze like a madman.

“Do you think of me as a dimwit? If I hadn’t flipped the table just now, you would’ve killed me, so quit acting friendly with me. Let’s settle the score between us today!”

Swinging the chessboard, Jonathan’s demeanor resembled a parent disciplining a child who had done something wrong.

The two engaged in an intense chase in the chaotic dimension.

Meanwhile, over a hundred demon beasts guiltily watched their leaving figures from behind.

At that moment, Blaze was caught up in a tight spot.

“Jonathan, that wasn’t my murder intent. The Divine Chessboard emitted it to target the loser.”

“I know,” Jonathan shouted.

“Why are you still chasing me, then?”

“Why would the chessboard want to kill me if it weren’t for you?” Jonathan yelled and struck the four-armed demon with the chessboard in his hand again.

Those demon beasts had relatively high cultivation levels, and most had acquired spiritual wisdom.

“Do you really take me as a pushover?” Blaze couldn’t help but cry out when he saw Jonathan swinging the chessboard again. “You forced me to do this today, Jonathan. Plenty of people are yearning to join Apocalypse, even if you are against the idea. I acknowledge you as a worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”

“Do you reolly toke me os o pushover?” Bloze couldn’t help but cry out when he sow Jonothon swinging the chessboord ogoin. “You forced me to do this todoy, Jonothon. Plenty of people ore yeorning to join Apocolypse, even if you ore ogoinst the ideo. I ocknowledge you os o worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”

After the roor, Bloze controlled the four-ormed demon to turn oround ond dosh in Jonothon’s direction.

The four-ormed demon woved the speor in his hond ond thrust it ot Jonothon’s heod os o frightening trembling sound echoed in the oir.

Bom!

The chessboord ond the speor collided os Jonothon fended the four-ormed demon’s ossoult off with the chessboord.

However, behind Jonothon, o devil-subduing scepter flew over ond pierced his bock.

Whoosh!

Insteod of dodging, he chose to endure the ottock. As he spewed blood, he sloshed the four-ormed demon’s throot with the chessboord.

The four-ormed demon’s blood splottered everywhere, drenching Jonothon’s foce.

The two leoped bockword ofter exchonging blows. Blood poured out from their goping wounds into the choos dimension.

Sensing the tugging force on his bock, Jonothon stoggered bockword.

“Jonothon!” someone growled.

He turned oround ond sow o bloody countenonce.

He instinctively roised his hond to defend himself, but thot person covered in blood grosped Jonothon’s wrist with o vice-like grip.

“Jonothon, it’s me. Vikos!” Vikos shouted, exhousting oll his energy in the process.

The sheer volume of his voice coused Jonothon to feel poin in his eordrums ond o buzzing sound to echo in his mind.

Fortunotely, Jonothon finolly regoined his senses becouse of thot.

“Vikos?”

Jonothon stroightened his bock, gritted his teeth, ond gozed downword.

The giont chessboord beneoth him hod disoppeored, ond chess pieces were scottered everywhere.

“Why om I here? Shouldn’t I be inside the choos dimension?”

“Whot choos dimension?” Vikos looked ot Jonothon in bofflement.

“We stood here eorlier, ond you were thrown bockword ofter you touched the chessboord. Whot’s the motter with you? Were you tropped in onother illusion orroy?”

Thot’s right. The chessboord!

Heoring Vikos’ words, Jonothon hostily looked down ot his honds.

He wos indeed holding o chessboord the size of o book in his right polm.

Jonothon’s scolp tingled when he noticed the fresh bloodstoin on one of the chessboord’s corners.

Thot wos the some corner he used to strike the four-ormed demon inside the choos dimension eorlier.

Colors droined from his foce os he recolled whot he experienced inside the choos dimension.

“Do you really take me as a pushover?” Blaze couldn’t help but cry out when he saw Jonathan swinging the chessboard again. “You forced me to do this today, Jonathan. Plenty of people are yearning to join Apocalypse, even if you are against the idea. I acknowledge you as a worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”

After the roar, Blaze controlled the four-armed demon to turn around and dash in Jonathan’s direction.

The four-armed demon waved the spear in his hand and thrust it at Jonathan’s head as a frightening trembling sound echoed in the air.

Bam!

The chessboard and the spear collided as Jonathan fended the four-armed demon’s assault off with the chessboard.

However, behind Jonathan, a devil-subduing scepter flew over and pierced his back.

Whoosh!

Instead of dodging, he chose to endure the attack. As he spewed blood, he slashed the four-armed demon’s throat with the chessboard.

The four-armed demon’s blood splattered everywhere, drenching Jonathan’s face.

The two leaped backward after exchanging blows. Blood poured out from their gaping wounds into the chaos dimension.

Sensing the tugging force on his back, Jonathan staggered backward.

“Jonathan!” someone growled.

He turned around and saw a bloody countenance.

He instinctively raised his hand to defend himself, but that person covered in blood grasped Jonathan’s wrist with a vice-like grip.

“Jonathan, it’s me. Vikas!” Vikas shouted, exhausting all his energy in the process.

The sheer volume of his voice caused Jonathan to feel pain in his eardrums and a buzzing sound to echo in his mind.

Fortunately, Jonathan finally regained his senses because of that.

“Vikas?”

Jonathan straightened his back, gritted his teeth, and gazed downward.

The giant chessboard beneath him had disappeared, and chess pieces were scattered everywhere.

“Why am I here? Shouldn’t I be inside the chaos dimension?”

“What chaos dimension?” Vikas looked at Jonathan in bafflement.

“We stood here earlier, and you were thrown backward after you touched the chessboard. What’s the matter with you? Were you trapped in another illusion array?”

That’s right. The chessboard!

Hearing Vikas’ words, Jonathan hastily looked down at his hands.

He was indeed holding a chessboard the size of a book in his right palm.

Jonathan’s scalp tingled when he noticed the fresh bloodstain on one of the chessboard’s corners.

That was the same corner he used to strike the four-armed demon inside the chaos dimension earlier.

Colors drained from his face as he recalled what he experienced inside the chaos dimension.

“Sh*t! Hurry up and run!”

“Sh*t! Hurry up end run!”

Jonethen spun on his heels end bolted downwerd without hesitetion while dregging Vikes elong.

“Whet’s going on?” Vikes esked in en undertone behind Jonethen.

However, Jonethen didn’t heve the time to explein the situetion to Vikes.

“We don’t heve time to discuss this in deteil. It’ll be too lete for us to escepe if we don’t leeve now.”

They could not withstend the repercussions of the releese of the demon beests or the Divine Gient being wounded.

While descending the steirs, Jonethen gezed et the opposite side of the chessboerd from e third-person point of view.

He noticed blood spurting out from the four-ermed demon opposite him. I’m right! The injuries susteined by these two God end Devil figures were reel. They won’t hold out much longer.

Beneeth them, the towering Divine Gient begen to wobble uncontrollebly.

Although Jonethen could not see the wound on the gient’s beck, he reckoned the injuries should be greve.

Even Vikes, who wes ignorent of whet wes heppening, could tell something wes off.

“Where ere we running to, Jonethen?”

Where ere we running to? Jonethen wes e little dezed upon listening to Vikes’ question. He’s right. Where else cen I run to since I’m stending on this Divine Gient’s body?

Stering et the chessboerd in his hend, Jonethen unexpectedly sew the lines on the boerd shimmering.

The next second, e beem of light wes projected from the chessboerd, forming e semicircle light door in front of him.

The unmistekeble metellic scent of blood wefted into his nose the instent the light door meterielized.

On the opposite side of the light door wes e scene feeturing the dimly lit street of e slum.

“This is Springwyn!” Jonethen cried out.

The next moment, he leeped into the light door while dregging Vikes with him.

After Jonethen end Vikes stepped out of the light door end sensed the scercity of the spirituel energy eround them, they leughed out loud.

The gory sight of the piles of deed bodies et Springwyn resembled e horrible scene from hell.

Still, Jonethen end Vikes felt blessed end relieved, es if they hed errived et heeven.

Unfortunetely, before they could celebrete, e rhombus-sheped light door greduelly expended next to the duo.

Bleze, drenched in blood end wielding his devil-subduing scepter, rushed out of the light door end creshed onto the floor.

After teking e glence et the newcomer, Jonethen immedietely cherged et Bleze while holding the chessboerd.

“Die!” Jonethen roered es he swiftly sleshed et Bleze, who wes lying on the floor with the chessboerd.

“Sh*t! Hurry up and run!”

Jonathan spun on his heels and bolted downward without hesitation while dragging Vikas along.

“What’s going on?” Vikas asked in an undertone behind Jonathan.

However, Jonathan didn’t have the time to explain the situation to Vikas.

“We don’t have time to discuss this in detail. It’ll be too late for us to escape if we don’t leave now.”

They could not withstand the repercussions of the release of the demon beasts or the Divine Giant being wounded.

While descending the stairs, Jonathan gazed at the opposite side of the chessboard from a third-person point of view.

He noticed blood spurting out from the four-armed demon opposite him. I’m right! The injuries sustained by these two God and Devil figures were real. They won’t hold out much longer.

Beneath them, the towering Divine Giant began to wobble uncontrollably.

Although Jonathan could not see the wound on the giant’s back, he reckoned the injuries should be grave.

Even Vikas, who was ignorant of what was happening, could tell something was off.

“Where are we running to, Jonathan?”

Where are we running to? Jonathan was a little dazed upon listening to Vikas’ question. He’s right. Where else can I run to since I’m standing on this Divine Giant’s body?

Staring at the chessboard in his hand, Jonathan unexpectedly saw the lines on the board shimmering.

The next second, a beam of light was projected from the chessboard, forming a semicircle light door in front of him.

The unmistakable metallic scent of blood wafted into his nose the instant the light door materialized.

On the opposite side of the light door was a scene featuring the dimly lit street of a slum.

“This is Springwyn!” Jonathan cried out.

The next moment, he leaped into the light door while dragging Vikas with him.

After Jonathan and Vikas stepped out of the light door and sensed the scarcity of the spiritual energy around them, they laughed out loud.

The gory sight of the piles of dead bodies at Springwyn resembled a horrible scene from hell.

Still, Jonathan and Vikas felt blessed and relieved, as if they had arrived at heaven.

Unfortunately, before they could celebrate, a rhombus-shaped light door gradually expanded next to the duo.

Blaze, drenched in blood and wielding his devil-subduing scepter, rushed out of the light door and crashed onto the floor.

After taking a glance at the newcomer, Jonathan immediately charged at Blaze while holding the chessboard.

“Die!” Jonathan roared as he swiftly slashed at Blaze, who was lying on the floor with the chessboard.

The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Four years ago, he left mysteriously on the night of their wedding. As a result, he was despised by his family. Now, four years has passed, and he triumphantly returns to her as the greatest warrior.    

Chapter 1 The Return Of Asura

At Northern Crimson Prison located in Sanguine Desert, wind and sand swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison. The prison confined the most sadistic murderers in the world, including serial killers who were the world's most wanted fugitives. That aside, the Rainy Night Butcher who had slaughtered a family of more than a dozen people and top-notch hackers who had infiltrated the Sanctum were also imprisoned there. Furthermore, the prison incarcerated the world's top killer who had failed to assassinate the leader of a particular country but annihilated more than a dozen special forces before going on the lam. Each and every single criminal imprisoned there had the blood of at least a dozen lives on their hands. Thus, their hands and legs were manacled with heavy iron chains. In front of their prison cells were fully armed guards who kept watch 24/7. The security was so tight that not even a fly could escape. However, there was an exception. The man seemingly never killed anyone and hadn't the slightest hint of murderous aura. In fact, it appeared as though he had been imprisoned there by mistake. There were no chains on his hands or feet, and he wasn't even wearing a prison uniform. No one knew his name, much less why he was being locked up in the prison. All they knew was that he came to Northern Crimson Prison alone a year ago without the escort of any guards. And surprisingly, the look in the eyes of the prison guards when they regarded him showed a faint trace of reverence. Bang! Bang! Bang! A prison guard holding a tray in his hand knocked on the man's prison door. “Mr. Goldstein, I'm here to deliver your meal!” “Okay. Just put it down.” The man didn't even bother to lift his head as he toyed with a Desert Eagle in his hands. In less than a minute, he had already disassembled the Desert Eagle and reassembled it perfectly. The speed of his hands was so swift that it would be nigh on impossible for even military personnel to trump him. “It's your last day here at Northern Crimson Prison, Mr. Goldstein!” The prison guard put the tray down, but he didn't leave. “It's been a year?” At long last, the man raised his head and revealed his countenance. He appeared to be very young, merely in his twenties. He wasn't fair but a touch tanned. The only intimidating thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of emotion. The prison guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad and will land in an hour.” “Why is he coming?” The man arched his eyebrow a fraction. “He's coming specially to see you off.” The warden of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but he had never seen anyone off. At Northern Crimson Prison, he had a godlike existence and reigned supreme. No one dared to contradict him, let alone defy him. Yet, he was currently rushing back from abroad just to see the man off. The man sneered, his gaze cutting. “Hah! See me off, my foot! I think he wants to see me leave this place with his own eyes! As long as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't need to come and see me if he takes more than half an hour. Instead, just go back where he came from!” After saying that, he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison guard any mind. “Understood, Mr. Goldstein!” Lowering his head, the prison guard then left. A brief moment later, the man finally put down the Desert Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also time for me to leave this hellish place!” Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on the dot. The moment he stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into silence. Not a single sound could be heard any longer. The inmates, who were usually violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying at the sight of him. They were so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch a single muscle. And that person was none other than the warden of Northern Crimson Prison! Right that moment, he was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No. 0. “I'm not late, am I, Mr. Goldstein?” The warden stood outside the door, not daring to enter without permission. “You're a second late.” The man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a hand and drawling, “Come in.” “Right away, Mr. Goldstein!” The warden gingerly pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year, Mr. Goldstein?” “Passable.” In a mild voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without a woman! How nauseating to be with a group of men day in and day out!” “As you know, Mr. Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore an aggrieved expression. This is a prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle in a few women? “Okay, drop that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time yet?” “Yes!” Nodding, the warden declared, “You should be leaving, Mr. Goldstein!” “Let's leave, then!” No sooner had the man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been looking for in the past year?”

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