The Legendary Man Chapter 697-Glancing at their expressions, Karl naturally understood what was going through their minds.
Nonetheless, he was not worried about it. After all, the entire situation in Chanaea was changing, and Jonathan was interacting more with the respectable families. That information had stopped being a secret long ago.
In fact, Karl was only confirming their suspicions by telling them those facts.
“Why is Jonathan still not moving?” asked Sirius while casting a frosty gaze at the foot of the mountain.
“Mr. Goldstein must’ve brainwashed himself to remain calm for some time before entering a frenzied state because he knows I’d definitely lead you two away when I notice the state he’s in. We were once ambushed in a mission, and Mr. Goldstein entered that state out of panic. That incident caused the death of more than four thousand people. We, the eight Kings of War, could only watch him slaughter those people. There was nothing we could do to stop it from happening,” Karl answered grimly.
“That’s nothing. We can do the same if we enter a frenzied state, too,” Xavion commented with a chuckle.
Hearing that, Karl slowly turned to look at Xavion. “That number only includes about five hundred men from the enemy’s side. The remaining bodies, amounting to almost four thousand, were our comrades from Asura’s Office. Mr. Goldstein cannot differentiate a friend from a foe once he enters that state.”
The smile on Xavion’s face froze instantly. As he turned around to glance at the bottom of the mountain, he felt a wave of ferocious spiritual energy shooting into the sky from the base.
Jonathan’s moving!
The red bricks on the ground shattered, while Jonathan had already appeared in front of Morris.
Buzz!
With the addition of the Dragon Mastodon Technique’s effect, Morris looked like a titan as he lifted his mace and brought it down hard on his opponent.
Jonathan seemed to have no intention of avoiding the attacks.
Instead, he rushed toward Morris with the broken blade between his teeth.
Sparks flew as the broken blade collided with Morris’ skin, creating the sound of metals clashing.
The Dragon Mastodon Technique could allow its user to morph into a walking, magical item. It was an incredible technique.
Even so, Jonathan clung tightly to Morris’ waist like an octopus and flung the latter, who was around three meters tall, into the air.
Just then, Vicador, who was standing behind Morris, let out a beastly roar and charged toward Jonathan, aiming his long sword at the latter’s neck.
Hearing Vicador’s roar of provocation, Jonathan opened his mouth and let out an extremely high-pitched yell, like the cry of an eagle. Immediately, ripples visible to the naked eye could be seen spreading out from him.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of crisp sounds resounded as spiritual energy runes continuously emerged and broke on their own in Jonathan’s hands.
It turned out that Jonathan had stopped Vicador’s long sword in the air with his bloody hands.
“How is that possible…”
On top of the hill some distance away, Xavion’s eyes bulged in surprise as he watched the scene unfold.
A spiritual energy shield was a technique anyone in the Grandmaster Realm and above could use.
However, its power of defense was extremely limited. After all, it was only a technique that compressed a user’s spiritual energy in front of themselves.
Even ordinary people with guns that were slightly more powerful could destroy the spiritual energy shield, not to mention cultivators.
Once a cultivator had reached God Realm, any move they unleashed would be incredibly powerful. Otherwise, they would never treat Grandmaster Realm cultivators as mere insects.
The fact that Morris’ Dragon Mastodon Technique could block off a magical item was already an eye-opening experience for everyone at the scene. Yet, Jonathan’s actions at that moment exceeded everyone’s expectations.
Clutching onto the blade with both hands, Jonathan let out a roar of rage as he flung it to the back forcefully.
The long sword slipped out of Vicador’s hand, causing him to stagger forward.
At the same time, Jonathan opened his mouth and was about to bite into Vicador’s neck when the latter realized it and threw a palm at Jonathan’s chest.
The attack sent Jonathan’s body tumbling backward as his teeth grazed Vicador’s neck.
Bang!
Following that, Jonathan lifted his knee and slammed it into Vicador’s abdomen, sending the latter flying backward and spurting blood into the air.
Jonathan squatted on the ground, his lips curling into a malicious smirk.
As a flash of light reflected off the edge of a blade, red runes shone around Jonathan’s body, preventing Antoine’s dagger from inflicting a single injury on the former.
Jonathan turned his head and flashed a smile at Antoine before speeding forward and appearing before the latter in the blink of an eye.
Antoine placed the dagger in front of him to block Jonathan, but the latter did not care about it. To Antoine’s horror, Jonathan reached out and grabbed the dagger with his bare hands.
“Die!” Jonathan grabbed the edge of the dagger with his left hand and swung his right at Antoine’s face.
The attack happened so quickly that black strings that looked like hairs appeared in the air.
If not for the runes’ red glow on Jonathan’s body, the spectators would not have been able to spot it.
“It’s the mark of Pryncyp.”
Aidan rushed to Antoine’s back, grabbed the latter’s hair, and pulled him backward.
Faced with the black strings, Aidan could not be bothered to care that much.
As Antoine fell on his back, he felt a chilly feeling brush past his nose, and blood gushed out of his chest.
Bang!
After crashing into the barrack behind him, Antoine peered at his chest with widened eyes.
On his chest were three slits that were gushing blood.
In the meantime, Jonathan had moved swiftly to Morris and slammed his foot into the latter’s chest.
Morris instantly flew backward. Just as he was about to crash into the guard tower behind him, Jonathan appeared above him.
Rumble!
A crater that was more than ten meters wide formed on the ground. Jonathan’s strike had sent Morris straight into the earth.
Standing several meters away, Aidan and the others watched Jonathan enter the crater, followed by a series of muffled sounds.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Agonizing screams filled the air as the ground shook.
“I’m going to kill him!” Antoine attempted to rush forward with his dagger but was stopped by Vicador.
“We must leave. Jonathan has cultivated Pryncyp and is close to entering Divine Realm. We’ll die if we keep fighting!”
“But—”
“No buts!” Pausing briefly, Vicador turned around and glanced at Karl and the others in the distance. “We might not be able to escape if we continue fighting. We need to leave quickly.”
With that, he spun on his heels and fled.
Standing beside Antoine, Aidan helped the injured Alexander up and stated, “Mr. Antoine, Jonathan isn’t someone we can defeat.”
When Antoine saw Aidan and the others leaving, he could only grit his teeth to suppress his anger.
They failed to defeat Jonathan when they had four men on their team. Now that Antoine was alone, it was all the more impossible for him to defeat the former.
Most importantly, he could not stop the wound on his chest from bleeding even with spiritual energy.
