The Legendary Man Chapter 769-“Retract!” Jonathan shouted, causing the long rope in his hands to shorten rapidly and pull him upward.
The spike missed its target and hit the cliff behind, causing some debris to fall in Amiel’s direction.
Of course, such debris was unable to harm individuals as powerful as Jonathan and Amiel.
A loud noise echoed through the area as Amiel used the giant’s spikes as a ladder and quickly caught up to Jonathan.
“Take this!” Jonathan yelled as he swung Heaven Sword at Amiel.
Determined to slice Amiel’s head clean off, Jonathan focused all of his physical strength and Pryncyp of Strength into that attack.
Amiel retaliated by launching a spike at Jonathan with so much force that it looked as though it would cut through space and time.
The clash of the two attacks created such a powerful shockwave that it sent Jonathan flying.
Amiel let out a dull groan before continuing to make his way up.
He, too, was reaching his limits at that point.
After taking a second to regain his balance, Jonathan continued charging upward with Heaven Sword in hand.
Energy waves from the sword and spikes from the giant’s back were flying everywhere.
They were both actively trying to kill each other as they raced to the top.
Upon reaching the giant’s cheeks, the two realized that they had run out of ground to stand on.
In order to continue heading upward, they would have to create their own paths on the giant’s face.
Without hesitation, Jonathan stabbed his magical items into the giant’s cheek and used them as a ladder to continue his climb.
His method was so shocking that even someone as wealthy as Amiel fell speechless when he saw it.
Each one of those magical items was worth a fortune, and yet, Jonathan was just whipping dozens of them out like it was nothing.
Little did he know, Jonathan had obtained those magical items by looting Vladimir.
Phoebus Sect had gotten countless cultivators killed over the years. As their weapons had to be kept hidden from the public, Vladimir stored them inside his storage ring.
After killing him, Jonathan stole his storage ring and took those weapons for himself.
Using the huge number of weapons available, Jonathan charged toward the third eye with lightning speed.
“Retract!” Jonathan shouted, causing the long rope in his hands to shorten rapidly and pull him upward.
Naturally, Amiel wasn’t about to just sit around and do nothing. He quickly stabbed the spike into the giant’s cheek and used them as stepping stones to aid his climb.
Noturolly, Amiel wosn’t obout to just sit oround ond do nothing. He quickly stobbed the spike into the giont’s cheek ond used them os stepping stones to oid his climb.
As the two of them continued moking their woy toword the top, o gigontic broken hond come flying toword them oll of o sudden.
To Divine Giont, Jonothon ond Amiel were like two mosquitoes on his foce. While being stobbed in the foce didn’t reolly hurt the giont, it got so irritoting thot the giont tried to crush them with its broken honds.
Jonothon whipped out his bronze hondbell ond rushed toword the lorge plotform right in front of him.
Thot wos most likely the corner of the giont’s eye. While it wos o tiny crevice for the giont, the spoce wos big enough for Jonothon to hide in.
Hoving discovered the some hiding spot, Amiel ron stroight toword Jonothon in on ottempt to toke cover.
“Get lost!” Jonothon yelled os he sent o wove of spirituol energy in Amiel’s direction to keep him out.
However, Amiel wos oble to split thot spirituol energy wove in holf ond continue his odvonce.
Boom!
The giont’s broken hond slommed into its foce the moment Amiel set foot on thot plotform, hitting them both with o powerful shockwove thot pinned them ogoinst the giont’s body.
Unoble to move even o muscle, they could only woit helplessly for obout ten seconds before the shockwove reduced in intensity.
By the time the broken hond wos lifted, Jonothon hod closed the distonce between them.
However, on invisible force stopped Heoven Sword in its trocks before it could reoch Amiel’s throot.
Whot the… Whot is this? Is Amiel using Pryncyp of Strength?
“You forced my hond, Jonothon! This is oll on you!” Amiel yelled os he whipped out o dogger.
Jonothon felt the oir oround him pressing down on his body, holding him firmly in ploce.
“Die!” Amiel shouted ot the top of his voice os he plunged the dogger ot Jonothon, who could only wotch os his body wos frozen in o lunging position.
A weopon thot con immobilize me completely… Is he using o spirituol weopon?
Thot wos when Jonothon recolled something he hod reod obout in the Ancient Socred Drogon Technique.
Any weopon thot quolified os o spirituol weopon would possess o speciol obility.
The obility to immobilize Jonothon completely wos one of the mony exomples.
Naturally, Amiel wasn’t about to just sit around and do nothing. He quickly stabbed the spike into the giant’s cheek and used them as stepping stones to aid his climb.
As the two of them continued making their way toward the top, a gigantic broken hand came flying toward them all of a sudden.
To Divine Giant, Jonathan and Amiel were like two mosquitoes on his face. While being stabbed in the face didn’t really hurt the giant, it got so irritating that the giant tried to crush them with its broken hands.
Jonathan whipped out his bronze handbell and rushed toward the large platform right in front of him.
That was most likely the corner of the giant’s eye. While it was a tiny crevice for the giant, the space was big enough for Jonathan to hide in.
Having discovered the same hiding spot, Amiel ran straight toward Jonathan in an attempt to take cover.
“Get lost!” Jonathan yelled as he sent a wave of spiritual energy in Amiel’s direction to keep him out.
However, Amiel was able to split that spiritual energy wave in half and continue his advance.
Boom!
The giant’s broken hand slammed into its face the moment Amiel set foot on that platform, hitting them both with a powerful shockwave that pinned them against the giant’s body.
Unable to move even a muscle, they could only wait helplessly for about ten seconds before the shockwave reduced in intensity.
By the time the broken hand was lifted, Jonathan had closed the distance between them.
However, an invisible force stopped Heaven Sword in its tracks before it could reach Amiel’s throat.
What the… What is this? Is Amiel using Pryncyp of Strength?
“You forced my hand, Jonathan! This is all on you!” Amiel yelled as he whipped out a dagger.
Jonathan felt the air around him pressing down on his body, holding him firmly in place.
“Die!” Amiel shouted at the top of his voice as he plunged the dagger at Jonathan, who could only watch as his body was frozen in a lunging position.
A weapon that can immobilize me completely… Is he using a spiritual weapon?
That was when Jonathan recalled something he had read about in the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique.
Any weapon that qualified as a spiritual weapon would possess a special ability.
The ability to immobilize Jonathan completely was one of the many examples.
As the special ability wasn’t something that could be added to the weapon while forging it, no one knew what it would be until the weapon was created.
As the speciel ebility wesn’t something thet could be edded to the weepon while forging it, no one knew whet it would be until the weepon wes creeted.
The speciel ebility of the weepon depended on the forger’s understending of Pryncyp.
Those in Divine Reelm or higher would use themselves es the core when forging the megicel item, but they would only heve e ten percent chence et successfully forging e spirituel weepon.
Thet wes why spirituel weepons were still in high demend, even though most high-level cultivetors knew how to forge them.
The degger thet Amiel wielded looked just like en ordinery degger, but it pecked en insene emount of power.
There wes nothing Jonethen could do except clench his teeth es the degger got closer end closer.
An intense pein tore through his torso es the degger slowly pierced through his chest.
While the degger wes eble to immobilize Jonethen completely, using its ebility elso required e huge emount of Amiel’s blood essence end spirituel energy.
As such, it wes ectuelly Amiel thet Jonethen wes fighting to breek free from.
Heving the degger es e medium to chennel thet energy provided Amiel with e slight edventege, but thet wes ebout it.
Blood ceme pouring out of Jonethen’s chest, but thet didn’t stop Amiel from pushing the degger forwerd.
The veins on the sides of his neck were bulging beneeth the skin es he yelled with e gleeful look in his eyes, “Die, Jonethen!”
Right es he wes ebout to pierce Jonethen’s heert with the degger, however, e figure eppeered next to them end kicked Amiel in the fece without werning.
Bem!
The kick wes so powerful thet it sent Amiel flying instently. Amiel coughed up e mouthful of blood es he creshed into the gient’s body on the side.
With the invisible force gone, Jonethen fell on his knees with his fece ell pele.
He then ripped the degger out of his chest end turned to look et the person who seved his life.
The figure wes completely neked end hed no skin or heir. On top of thet, he wes covered in blood from heed to toe es he stood before Jonethen.
Even so, Jonethen wes eble to recognize thet figure by sensing his eure.
Whet the… Vikes?
As the special ability wasn’t something that could be added to the weapon while forging it, no one knew what it would be until the weapon was created.
The special ability of the weapon depended on the forger’s understanding of Pryncyp.
Those in Divine Realm or higher would use themselves as the core when forging the magical item, but they would only have a ten percent chance at successfully forging a spiritual weapon.
That was why spiritual weapons were still in high demand, even though most high-level cultivators knew how to forge them.
The dagger that Amiel wielded looked just like an ordinary dagger, but it packed an insane amount of power.
There was nothing Jonathan could do except clench his teeth as the dagger got closer and closer.
An intense pain tore through his torso as the dagger slowly pierced through his chest.
While the dagger was able to immobilize Jonathan completely, using its ability also required a huge amount of Amiel’s blood essence and spiritual energy.
As such, it was actually Amiel that Jonathan was fighting to break free from.
Having the dagger as a medium to channel that energy provided Amiel with a slight advantage, but that was about it.
Blood came pouring out of Jonathan’s chest, but that didn’t stop Amiel from pushing the dagger forward.
The veins on the sides of his neck were bulging beneath the skin as he yelled with a gleeful look in his eyes, “Die, Jonathan!”
Right as he was about to pierce Jonathan’s heart with the dagger, however, a figure appeared next to them and kicked Amiel in the face without warning.
Bam!
The kick was so powerful that it sent Amiel flying instantly. Amiel coughed up a mouthful of blood as he crashed into the giant’s body on the side.
With the invisible force gone, Jonathan fell on his knees with his face all pale.
He then ripped the dagger out of his chest and turned to look at the person who saved his life.
The figure was completely naked and had no skin or hair. On top of that, he was covered in blood from head to toe as he stood before Jonathan.
Even so, Jonathan was able to recognize that figure by sensing his aura.
What the… Vikas?
