Switch Mode

The Legendary Man Chapter 799

The Legendary Man Chapter 799-Prima?

Jonathan’s expression changed drastically when he felt the tremendous strength coming from his hand.

That b*stard, Hossom, has set me up.

As he somersaulted in retreat, Jonathan’s first thought was that Hossom had tricked him.

When he previously asked Hossom about Prima’s strength, Hossom told him that Prima was merely in the advanced phase of the Grandmaster Realm.

The explanation made sense. Otherwise, Hossom—given his cultivation level—wouldn’t have been able to play the role of the knight in shining armor back then.

But now, Prima was able to intercept Jonathan’s spear with only one hand.

Even though Jonathan didn’t strike with full strength, the way she easily handled his attack came as a rude awakening.

Moreover, he didn’t detect any signs of spiritual energy movement after scanning her with his spiritual sense.

Is she a f*cking ancient beast?

A grim look surfaced in Jonathan’s eyes as he landed on a bus nearby.

Suddenly, a series of loud noises rang out as Laqar clumsily charged out of the ruins.

“A sneak attack? Chanaeans are truly devious.”

Laqar scowled at Jonathan.

The sudden spiritual sense attack earlier had wreaked havoc upon his mind. If Jonathan had followed up with another attack, Laqar would have been eliminated.

Although Laqar had desperately tried to calm his spiritual sense, he still suffered a terrible internal injury from the impact earlier.

Meanwhile, the female cultivator who was bound by metal chains had bitten off the arteries of the last Grandmaster Realm cultivator.

Hence, the only ones left on the battlefield were those of God Realm and above.

At that moment, a pungent stench of blood filled the air.

“Kaga, what’s with Prima?” Jonathan barked into his earpiece.

He had based his plans on the intelligence he received earlier.

According to the information, he planned to lure the four divine messengers out of Bazar Temple by threatening them with Prima’s life.

Unfortunately, it turned out that Prima’s cultivation level was extremely high. Even if Jonathan went all out, he would still not be a threat to her.

As a result, his plan to lure the remaining three divine messengers out had been foiled.

With them inside, Hossom would not have the opportunity to infiltrate the temple to carry out his mission.

Jonathan would consequently have no way of controlling Prima if he couldn’t start a fire at the back of the temple.

That would prevent him from obtaining the antidote, causing the entire plan to fail.

“Die, Jonathan!” Laqar roared as he bore down on Jonathan in a flash.

As soon as his afterimage streaked by, Laqar was knocked out of the way by a different afterimage.

Amidst the clanging of chains, Jonathan was shocked to see that it was the nameless girl.

She had sent Laqar flying back into the ruins with a single punch.

However, the punch did no damage to Laqar, who was close to achieving Divine Realm.

Hence, he instantly sprang back out of the ruins and charged at the girl.

Boom!

As the thundering rumble shattered the building windows on both sides of the street, Jonathan evaded the shockwave by leaping into the air.

Upon landing on the ground, his body was already fully clad with scales.

Underneath his armor, Jonathan’s reddened face continuously emitted a bloody mist, while his body exuded a murderous aura.

He had no choice but to burn his vitality to ensure the success of his plan.

Prior to that, Jonathan had assumed he could subdue Prima easily. Now that his assumptions had been proven wrong, he knew the antidote would be out of reach if he didn’t unleash his trump card.

“Prima, I presume?”

Jonathan grinned at her, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

From the moment he tried to strike Prima, he could sense someone nearby locking onto his physical energy.

He felt as if he was standing at the edge of a precipice, in danger of falling into a bottomless abyss at any time.

The only person who was capable of giving him that feeling was the old man from the day before.

Is he watching the battle?

Although Jonathan had his spear pointed at Prima’s forehead, he was distracted by the turbulent thoughts in his mind.

Yesterday, the old man had declared that he would help subdue the four divine messengers of Seboxiasm but was currently nowhere to be seen.

Is he not satisfied with what I’m doing now?

With that thought in mind, Jonathan cast away his hesitation and swung the spear in his hand, aiming it right at Prima’s face.

“Insolence,” she snapped. Her hands began to glow with a gentle white light as she attempted to intercept his spear.

“Break!”

With a twist of his wrist, Jonathan’s black spear spun and changed its direction toward Prima’s chest instead.

Crack!

An explosive screech rang out as Prima used her bare hands to slap the spear aside.

Crack!

An explosive screech rang out as Prima used her bare hands to slap the spear aside.

When the spear brushed past Prima’s fringes, Jonathan crashed into her due to his momentum.

Elbows tightened!

Extending his right leg, Jonathan landed on the ground.

Channel my energy and stabilize my legs.

Upon concentrating all his power into the tip of his elbow, Jonathan unleashed a devastating elbow strike.

“Die!”

With a murderous look in his obsidian eyes, he shouted out a mantra to distort Prima’s spiritual sense. At the same time, the energy he was gathering had reached its climax.

Boom!

His explosive aura caused the ground beneath his feet to crack, while the resulting shockwave flipped the surrounding cars over, sending them flying.

Up in the sky, Prima spewed a mouthful of blood as she, too, was sent flying by the impact.

Even though she had blocked Jonathan’s attack by crossing her arms in front of her chest, the massive force he unleashed simply overwhelmed her.

As the scales covering him began to fade, Jonathan’s flaming red body underneath was revealed.

Although burning his vitality to form the scales unique to the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique allowed Jonathan to significantly increase his attack and defense, using them for an extended period of time would exhaust his Kore.

Jonathan dared not maintain such a condition for a long time.

Despite exhibiting a cultivation level that was significantly higher than that of God Realm, Prima was still ultimately defeated by Jonathan’s savage technique.

Strangely, after Jonathan managed to strike back, Prima’s spiritual energy waves rapidly declined. Within the duration of seconds, she was reduced to the cultivation level of a beginner phase Grandmaster.

It seems that some sort of restriction must have been placed on Prima by a Divine Realm cultivator, just like how it was when I wanted to kill Antoine at River Onxy.

Back then, Ivanov had projected a clone of himself into Antoine’s body to stop Jonathan.

Different from the situation back then, someone merely transferred a part of their power into Prima’s body.

It’s just as I expected. I have walked into a showdown between two Divine Realm cultivators. Dorian, oh Dorian, I might lose my life here because of you.

The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man

Score 9.5
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?”

Options

not work with dark mode
Reset