The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 815-Jonathan extended his left hand and caught the storage ring.

He checked using his spiritual sense and realized that his thousand talismans were half gone.

It seems that the fire Hossom started is by no means small.

He turned around with a chuckle after slipping the storage ring onto his finger.

“Hossom, I didn’t give you poison. It’s the antidote for anti-inflammation and detoxification.”

Hossom scoffed coldly and uttered, “I know that, Jonathan. I’m not cooperating with you because I’m afraid of death. Simply put, I’m worried that this is my only opportunity to discover the secret of Bazar Temple. I know my days are numbered. Just take it that I owe you one. Take Prima with you. I-I beg you, please…”

It was clear that Hossom wasn’t used to pleading with people. Even in this kind of circumstance, he appeared slightly self-conscious when uttering these words.

“I can tell you my family’s secret technique as your remuneration,” Hossom pleaded. He was as pale as a sheet.

The arrow had pierced through his lungs. At this moment, it was hard for him to channel his spiritual energy, so Hossom knew that it was unlikely that he would live through this.

He owed Prima, so he hoped he could pay her back before he died.

Looking at Hossom’s pale face, Jonathan shook his head.

“You’re one of the best thieves in the world. Why are you out here acting so deeply in love? If you want to save her, you will save her yourself. I don’t want to care about your matter.”

With that, he applied strength to his right hand, which was holding Prima’s leg.

An immense life force flowed from his elixir field and exited his right hand to enter Prima’s body quickly.

Although the life force from the coffin had gotten slower in healing Jonathan, it was still capable of healing typical flesh wounds entirely.

Within a few seconds, the meridians in Prima’s unconscious body fully recovered, and she opened her eyes.

“Uh… This—”

Prima gazed at the man’s thigh in front of her, dazed.

Jonathan’s clothes were torn and ragged because they were crushed into pieces when he was buried underground.

At this moment, Prima was staring at Jonathan’s body which was slightly visible under the breeze. She widened her eyes in disbelief, not knowing what to do.

“High Priestess, shouldn’t you come down? Although you aren’t wearing a dress, this position is still too—”

Before Jonathan could finish his sentence, Prima had served a left kick to his chin, sending him staggering backward as he was caught off guard.

All of Prima’s injuries had vanished. She moved with the grace of a Grandmaster Realm cultivator as she moved several meters away by lightly pushing herself off the ground with her hands.

“D*mn you! You kicked me even though I’m the one who saved you! I knew it! People from Seboxiasm are no good!” Jonathan responded as he touched his bleeding chin.

Prima had exerted much of her strength in that kick. If it were in the past, Jonathan would surely be suffering in pain right now.

there was only a small scratch on him

his wound had

“Hahaha! You deserved it!”

kept spewing out of his mouth as

“Hossom!”

beside Hossom in a flash. She finally remembered everything

that Hossom didn’t leave

out a pill

It’s Seboxiasm medicine that can

Prima’s hand and shook his head before continuing, “My heart and lungs are badly injured, and I can’t channel

at them behaving like it was their last moment together, Jonathan heaved a deep sigh and walked

need me to play

Clang!

of a bell, Jonathan flew into the

in mid-air, his surroundings erupted in a flash of golden light. He

he had been standing in previously. A crimson, bloody mist

had sealed him underground

“It’s you again!”

the bronze handbell. On his left

the Divine Chessboard in one hand and

within

underground, but you also used Pryncyp to fortify it.

passed Hossom, he kicked the latter’s back with

a ton of life force into Hossom and healed him

force all

looked at

had completely recovered. Even the underlying ailments left by his previous

can a kick be so

down at his hands and uttered excitedly, “Sir,

his outburst and

Strength. I might not win

whatever

hand, Hossom

he would only cause trouble for Jonathan if

at Aetomoye opposite him and grinned

before, so we are even. This time, this is

do you have to be so fixated on winning or losing?

mist gathered around

the chessboard on the ground. He stood on it, and the chessboard immediately became larger instantly. With Jonathan in the middle, the chessboard enveloped the surroundings

Aetomoye bellowed, and the ten blades

the blades couldn’t

they were a few centimeters away from

Jonathan by an