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.

an extremely high-pitched yell, like the cry of an eagle. Immediately, ripples visible to the naked eye could

Crack! Crack! Crack!

of crisp sounds resounded as spiritual energy runes continuously

turned out that Jonathan had stopped Vicador’s long

“How is that possible…”

distance away, Xavion’s eyes bulged in surprise

energy shield was a technique anyone in the

defense was extremely limited. After all, it was only a technique that compressed a user’s spiritual energy in front of

guns that were slightly more powerful could destroy the spiritual

be incredibly powerful. Otherwise, they would

was already an eye-opening experience for

Jonathan let out a roar of rage as he flung it to

sword slipped out of Vicador’s hand,

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 body tumbling backward as his teeth

Bang!

lifted his knee and slammed it into Vicador’s abdomen, sending the latter flying backward and spurting blood

squatted on the ground, his lips curling into

edge of a blade, red runes shone around Jonathan’s body, preventing Antoine’s dagger

and flashed a smile at Antoine before speeding forward and appearing before the latter in the blink

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

grabbed the edge of the dagger with his left

attack happened so quickly that black strings that looked like

the runes’ red glow on Jonathan’s body, the spectators would not have been able to spot

the mark of

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

the black strings, Aidan could

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

Bang!

crashing into the barrack behind him, Antoine peered

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