The Legendary Man

Chapter 648 Exposed Identity

Jonathan was now in a standoff with Zebedee and Team Oracle who numbered thirteen men.

Watching them through the door, Nina didn’t dare make a single move. Instead, she gripped the couch’s corners so tightly that the veins in the back of her hands began to bulge.

Prior to having her meridians sealed, she—as a Grandmaster—would have been capable of giving Jonathan a hard time even though she was still no match for him.

What she didn’t expect was Jonathan sealing her meridians out of caution even though she had used a magical item to suppress her cultivation level to that of Superior Realm.

As a God Realm warrior, is it really necessary to be wary of someone from Superior Realm?

Having her powers sealed and suffering the effects of the laxative, the ashen-faced Nina could no longer move, let alone flee.

Along the corridor, the ring of the nearby elevator interrupted the standoff.

As its doors opened, Geoffrey stepped out, phone in hand.

“Mr. Goldstein…”

No sooner had he spoken than he stared at Zebedee and his men in shock.

With Jonathan brandishing a magical weapon against a group of hostile-looking men, even a fool could sense that something was amiss.

Zebedee, with an emotionless gaze, gave Jonathan a look.

“Mister, you know how to speak Jetroinian?”

“A little,” Jonathan replied with a smile as he swung his staff around.

He continued, “So, what are a bunch of Jetroinians pretending to be Chanaeans up to?”

“Pretending?” Zebedee sounded surprise. “Since when were we pretending? We only spoke Chanaean to you out of courtesy.”

“Is that so? In that case, what are you doing here in Chanaea?” Jonathan probed in a mischievous tone.

Jetroinian warriors. To be in Chanaea at such a sensitive time, it was obvious what

he couldn’t feel any spiritual

the case, I have to get my hands on it. Something like that is

men began to chuckle at

We’re here in Chanaea to make

me your name and entry date into the country,” Jonathan demanded

Makino. I’m the head of Team Oracle,” Zebedee answered with a slight bow and a grin on his

of a blade could be seen bearing down upon

Clang!

the clash of metal, Jonathan stopped the

staff, a lava-like substance began to flow along the motifs on its surface, spreading

meter-long broken blade

contest of strength discreetly, both of them wore a smile on their

one of Jetroina’s mysterious organizations that report directly to the Emperor. Obviously, you’re considered

Zebedee, his earlier calm was now replaced by a

within Chanaea’s military circles as the legendary Asura. I didn’t expect to run into

a twitch of his tongue—a sharp needle shot out without

Ding!

right fist and slammed it on top of his staff while tweaking the spell

Clang!

his face,

changed again, the flying staff extended its length in mid-air with both its ends stabbing into the walls of the

hammer before grabbing the staff with both his hands and launching a

blocked the meteor hammer with his blade when he

Boom!

wall, Zebedee

expect nothing

echoed from inside

his eyes, Jonathan stared

kick had ripped off the latter’s suit to reveal the Jetroinian

with each other, there was no need for Zebedee to hide his cultivation level