The Legendary Man

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.

Vicador’s roar of provocation, Jonathan opened his mouth and let out an extremely high-pitched yell, like the

Crack! Crack! Crack!

runes continuously emerged and broke on their own in

Vicador’s long sword in the air

“How is that possible…”

distance away, Xavion’s eyes

anyone in the Grandmaster

only

people with guns that were slightly more powerful could destroy the spiritual energy shield, not to mention

a cultivator had reached God Realm, any move they unleashed would be incredibly powerful. Otherwise, they would never treat Grandmaster Realm cultivators as

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

with both hands, Jonathan let out a roar of rage as he flung it to the

of Vicador’s hand, causing him

bite into Vicador’s neck when the latter realized it and threw a palm at

sent Jonathan’s body tumbling backward

Bang!

it into Vicador’s abdomen, sending the

on the ground, his lips

edge of a blade, red runes shone around Jonathan’s

head and flashed a smile at Antoine before speeding forward

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

of the dagger with his left hand

strings that looked

Jonathan’s body, the spectators

the mark

to Antoine’s back, grabbed the latter’s hair,

could

he felt a chilly feeling brush past his nose, and blood gushed out

Bang!

into the barrack behind him, Antoine peered

three slits