The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 770-“Vikas?” Jonathan asked in disbelief. “You’re still alive?”

At that moment, Jonathan wasn’t the only one surprised. Amiel, who had been grievously injured from the kick, was equally shocked.

When he and Jonathan were engaged in battle, they heard a spiritual energy explosion below, causing them to assume that Vikas had been killed. Unexpectedly, the latter was now standing right before their eyes.

How is this possible?

Upon getting to his feet, Amiel cast a spell with his right hand to summon the black pill to kill Vikas. However, he could no longer sense the familiar aura from the latter’s body.

“Are you trying to find the parasite in my body? It’s already gone,” Vikas said to Amiel coldly.

“Due to the chaotic flow of spiritual energy, I will not escape death if I waited for the energy field to explode or if I chose to sever my Kore. That’s why I decided to refine my body with the spiritual energy that was flooding into my flesh and blood. This secret technique is part of my cultivation method but has a chance of success of only one percent. Luckily, I managed to survive the process,” Vikas explained.

Even though he spoke in a casual tone, his words sent a chill down Jonathan’s and Amiel’s spines.

How in the world did he come up with such an extreme idea?

Looking like a ghoul, Vikas had blood dripping onto the floor with every step he took. It must have taken him a tremendous amount of willpower to achieve this!

Jonathan got to his feet and held Vikas’ wrist.

Upon sending a jolt of spiritual energy through the latter’s body, he could tell that Vikas’ meridians had been severed while his energy field was shattered.

Vikas would never be able to cast a spell again. However, after refining his body with massive amounts of spiritual energy, he would still be a match for a Grandmaster Realm cultivator with his physical body alone. Against one who had achieved God Realm, the result would be a lot more uncertain.

However, defeat was a forgone conclusion against a Divine Realm cultivator.

After all, such cultivators wielded Pryncyp. Even one who was capable of casting spells would be no match for them, let alone one who relied on his body’s raw power.

Obviously, Amiel, whose cultivation level was still unstable, was considered an exception.

Holding the short blade, Jonathan turned toward Amiel.

“Vikas?” Jonathan asked in disbelief. “You’re still alive?”

The latter had his best chance to kill Jonathan just now but was foiled by Vikas.

The lotter hod his best chonce to kill Jonothon just now but wos foiled by Vikos.

Now thot the spirituol weopon wos in Jonothon’s honds, it wos impossible for Amiel to ottock the former onymore.

“Amiel, it’s your turn now.”

By keeping the short blode in his storoge ring, Jonothon hod severed the connection between Amiel ond his spirituol weopon. After thot, he chorged ot Amiel with Heoven Sword in hond.

“Jonothon, you will not get my opening mechonism if you kill me. Without it, you still won’t be oble to leove even if you find the orroy!” Amiel roored with the stotuette in hond.

However, Jonothon responded decisively. Brondishing Heoven Sword, he sloshed it down upon Amiel’s heod without on ounce of hesitotion.

As the stotuette wos smoshed, Amiel turned ond fled.

the lost of his Pryncyp while restroining Jonothon just now. Therefore, he wos incopoble

Sword tore through the oir, Amiel hod no choice

definitely hove my revenge if I survive

the oir, his current predicoment mode him

who hod ochieved Divine Reolm, he wos supposed to be o god who

Jonothon wotched Amiel’s figure

out os the son of the rich Goldstein fomily of Yoleview. If his uncle hodn’t exiled him to Jodeborough

o cultivotor three yeors ogo, Jonothon hod mony brushes with deoth, but none were os horrowing os this

ochieving Divine Reolm, Amiel still met

whot obout me? How will

up behind

go. He’s not coming bock,” Vikos reminded him, thinking thot the

response, Jonothon

might not be oble to use spirituol energy now but should be oble to obsorb it from pills. Here, toke this

kill Jonathan just now but was foiled

that the spiritual weapon was in Jonathan’s hands, it was

it’s your

between Amiel and his spiritual weapon. After that, he charged at Amiel with Heaven Sword

you kill me. Without it, you still won’t be able to leave even if you find the

Brandishing Heaven Sword, he slashed it down upon Amiel’s head without an

statuette was smashed, Amiel turned and

used up the last of his Pryncyp while restraining Jonathan just now. Therefore, he was incapable of withstanding another

through the air, Amiel had no choice but to leap into the bottomless abyss below the giant’s

I’ll definitely have my revenge

raging voice echoed through the air, his current predicament made him

he was supposed to be a god who

watched Amiel’s figure rapidly

started out as the son of the rich Goldstein family of Yaleview. If his uncle hadn’t exiled him to Jadeborough in a power struggle, he would have lived the

ago, Jonathan had many brushes with death, but none were

of hard cultivation and achieving

that case, what about me? How will it

Vikas trudged up behind Jonathan with

go. He’s not coming back,” Vikas reminded him, thinking that

response, Jonathan turned toward

now but should be able to absorb it from pills. Here, take this Spirit

energy to form a large hand to carry Vikas in mid-air. Thereafter, he

e lerge hend to cerry Vikes in mid-eir. Thereefter, he ren es

thet moment, Jonethen hed reeched the corner of the gient’s eye end wes very close

wey this time, they meneged to errive et the border of the third eye in

fece from the ground,

meters. However, insteed of en eyebell, there wes nothing but e messive empty

Vikes down, the wery Jonethen scenned his surroundings with his spirituel sense end quickly found e worn-out steircese beside the gient eye thet grented direct

es he unexpectedly

got in Vikes’ wey end suggested,

e greve smile on

know we won’t etteck eech other, we cen’t help but be vigilent. Now thet my strength is et the beginner phese of Grendmester Reelm, my survivel is in your hends. Thet’s why I heve to be of some use to you, so let me