The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 852-In the commander’s tent, Hayes was pinned to the ground by the terrifying burst of spiritual energy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not budge an inch.

Jonathan stalked over to the man before lifting his leg and stepping on the latter’s back.

“In the battle at Northern Crimson Prison, almost a hundred thousand people died directly and undirectedly, Hayes. Do you know what that means? It means that a hundred thousand families’ hope and future were ruined by Karl alone.”

As he exerted force on his leg, Hayes spurted a mouthful of blood.

He continued, “At that time, Hayes, you were serving your sentence at Northern Crimson Prison. The battle left the entire place with dead bodies littered everywhere. It was a literal massacre. Yet, you now want to use yourself to save Karl? What gives? Why should the hundred thousand soldiers and prisoners die because of him? Are you trying to be a hero here because you think you’re important enough, so much so that I don’t dare kill you for the sake of the bigger picture?”

“No, that’s not it…”

It was beyond difficult for Hayes to speak at that moment, and his face had already turned purplish.

Jonathan’s leg appeared to be as heavy as lead, and it had only grown increasingly heavier since it rested on his back.

Right then, he could only breathe out, unable to take any oxygen in. Verily, he was on the verge of suffocating.

Both his hands clawed at the ground hard.

With his cheek plastered against the ground, he gritted out, “Asura’s Office is currently in a precarious state, Mr. Goldstein. While Karl deserves to die, you really can’t kill him.”

“I’ve said that I’d kill anyone who protects Karl!”

Jonathan lifted his right leg before bringing it down forcefully, aiming right for Hayes’ head.

“Mr. Goldstein!”

Following that low cry, a spirit shield made of spiritual energy formed above Hayes’ head, blocking off Jonathan’s right leg from landing on it.

At the tent entrance, Karl stepped in with a sled in his arms, dressed in the corresponding attire.

“I merely went sledding with my son, Mr. Goldstein. There’s no need for you to kill Tiger.”

sled by the entrance and walked over to Hayes, supporting the injured man

you kidding

at Karl with

me dead. I’m merely an insignificant cultivator of Superior Realm. But if you die, Mr. Goldstein would be the only elite of God Realm in the whole

“That’s not necessarily true.”

to Jonathan with

Mr. Goldstein. No one knows which of us will win in a true fight. Who knows, you

in his

no longer a member

fraction, and he rammed the saber in his hand at

“Karl!” Hayes roared.

the man, but Jonathan’s spiritual energy promptly pervaded the

“Buzz off!”

a wave of a hand from Jonathan, a ball of pure spiritual energy

a veritable battlefield. Golden light kept flickering around Jonathan while Karl, who attacked incessantly, turned into an

speed was

them, searchlights lit up one after another, illuminating the commander’s tent

situation swiftly gathered. In less than a minute, thousands of them had already surrounded

command from Hayes right then, Jonathan and Karl would be inundated by heavy

the identities of the two men fighting in the middle were simply

three hundred meters,

the soldiers present looked at each other. Although the handover of power to Hayes had just concluded, they knew that he was

whirled around and sprinted backward without hesitation upon receiving that order, giving way

he again swung the saber in his hand. Flipping over, he landed on an open space

to drip

an arc in the air with the

that there’s always someone better. Putting aside your ability to lead an army into battle, I don’t think you’re better if we only speak of cultivation. I know I’ll likely die today, and I indeed deserve it because of the incident at Northern Crimson Prison. All I ask is this, Mr. Goldstein—I hope you’ll fight me for real with your true capabilities. Even if it means dying at your hands, I want

steam as though he had just been drenched in hot