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The Legendary Man Chapter 794

The Legendary Man Chapter 794-When Jonathan lowered his head, he could see a short person that was only about one hundred and fifty meters tall hunched over beside the three people.

He also noticed several black robes draped on that person’s arm.

“Is there something special about these robes?” Hossom asked, stepping forward with a smile.

The person quickly shook his head.

“Nothing special. The masks you have can block spiritual sense, but the clothes I sell can only block one’s vision.”

Hossom then studied the hunched-over merchant, noticing that he was getting on in years judging from how slow he was moving.

“You’re quite an honest old man. In that case, I’d like to have three of those.”

As Hossom spoke, he reached out to take the robes.

Kaga instantly fished out a dagger and tossed it into the air.

“I’ll grant your death wish right now.”

Although her eyes were the only part visible about her, Kaga’s murderous intent was palpable.

The moment the masked hunched man noticed Kaga’s behavior, he froze and quickly kept away the robes on his arm.

After a slight bow at Kaga, the hunched figure slowly straightened up, stretching his legs hidden within his loose trousers.

It was then they realized that the person was actually over a hundred and ninety centimeters tall, which was surprising.

“Regular patrons, I see. Pardon me for the intrusion.”

With that said, the person turned and disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

Hossom’s eyes were wide as he stared at the spot before him in shock.

“I… What… Boss?” He didn’t even know how to describe his feelings.

Upon turning to Kaga, Jonathan noticed that the former was all smiles as she regarded them.

“They’re part of an organization here, selling black robes through exploiting the newbies’ desire to keep their identities hidden. That’s nothing bad, honestly, but the black robe is like a beacon of light. Anyone who sees it will try to scam you until you have nothing left. Moreover, if they realize that your cultivation level is low, they’ll tail you and set you up. That’s why I told you guys not to say anything here without thinking it through,” Kaga explained before leading the two inside. “Listen up, both of you. This is a lawless land. Everyone here is a hunter, as well as a ferocious beast. If you don’t want anyone looking for trouble with you, bare your fangs and make them fear you.”

Jonathan and Hossom followed Kaga and walked for dozens of minutes before they came to a park.

Kaga then told them the park was the center of the secret area in the region.

All cultivators who wanted to sell their things could claim a spot of their own there to sell their products.

No one would ask where the products came from or who they belonged to; they would only ask for the prices.

In other words, this was the perfect place for cultivators to sell the products they had illegally gotten their hands on.

“There is a myriad of things here. I’m afraid this is the only place in the West Region you can find the materials you need for your talismans,” Kaga told Jonathan, who was looking at the two endless paths that flanked the park which were littered with booths.

Some were displaying their items on white cloths, and some had set up tables. Some had banners, and some were even making their magical items float in midair for others to view.

Surprisingly, there was a huge variety of magical items and materials on display, making the park appear like an ordinary marketplace.

“These things… are magical items, right? Some are even spiritual weapons… Why are there so many of them?”

Hossom looked at his surroundings in shock.

As a master thief, Hossom had been searching high and low for precious treasures all over the world.

He always thought that those treasures and valuable materials were incredibly rare.

Yet, he was now treated to the sight where said treasures and items were a dime a dozen.

Any one of the items there were treasures he had to wrack his brains to get his hands on in the past.

But now, they were all displayed on the street as if they were as worthy as a slice of tomato. It was a moment of shock that Hossom had a hard time digesting.

Jonathan gave Hossom’s shoulder a light pat.

“Forget about it. These are just material possessions. Once our plan succeeds, these things will mean nothing to you.”

Hossom did not speak, but disappointment filled his eyes beneath the mask he was wearing.

He had always been overjoyed whenever he stole something good.

Now, he knew that the things he saw as treasures could have just been another man’s trash.

“Maybe it’s because I’m not rich,” Hossom said with a self-deprecating laugh.

By then, Kaga was already talking to the person at the side.

By then, Kaga was already talking to the person at the side.

“Hey, you can find the things you want inside.”

Jonathan and the others then walked further in until they came to a stop before a huge banyan tree.

In front of Jonathan was a gigantic cage, and in a corner of the cage was a curled-up girl, who was wearing a sack as clothes.

Jonathan’s gaze was on her neck, for there was a shiny metal chain around it.

Beside the girl was the rotting corpse of a goat, and the teeth marks on the goat were clearly the teeth marks of a human.

Without a doubt, the girl was getting treated like an animal.

Unlike Jonathan, Kaga was unbothered. She did not even spare the cage another glance as she walked around it.

“Mister, I want to buy talisman papers,” Kaga said to the sleeping elderly man.

The elderly man was different from the others. He did not wear a mask, and he had a wine bottle in his hand. It would not be challenging to assume that he was in his drunken slumber from the unnatural blush on his face.

Kaga then called out to the elderly man a few more times, but the elderly man remained unconscious.

It seemed like he was dead asleep and would not be waking any time soon.

“Kaga, let me,” Jonathan said as he patted Kaga’s shoulder.

Kaga turned to Jonathan, only to see that there was a dagger in Jonathan’s hand.

“What are you trying to do?” Kaga icily questioned.

“Nothing. I’m just trying to wake him,” Jonathan replied with a sneer. With a twist of his wrist, the dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black light that stabbed the elderly man’s face.

Clink! came the soft sound.

Kaga yelled, but the dagger was caught between the elderly man’s fingers.

“A nice dagger,” the elderly man said, a slurring quality to his voice as if he was sleep-talking. “But I don’t need it, so you can have it back.”

Right as the elderly man uttered that, the dagger disappeared.

Kaga spun around to look at Jonathan and saw that Jonathan was already grabbing the dagger.

Even though the dagger had been stopped, the energy from the dagger still rushed toward Jonathan’s mask.

The mask shattered into pieces and fell, revealing Jonathan’s face.

The elderly man widened his eyes a little upon seeing Jonathan.

“A Chanaean? Impressive!”

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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