The Legendary Man

The burly man’s voice was booming. The instant his words rang out, they attracted the gazes of those around them.

“Who’s that? And which village is he from?”

“No idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”

“I know the man next to him. If I’m not mistaken, that’s Greyson Downey, and he’s from Mountain Village.”

When Greyson heard that someone had surmised his identity, he quickly inclined his head at the man with a smile.

“Yes, that’s right. We’re from Mountain Village. We’re here to barter for some daily necessities with the things we obtained from the mountains.”

His tone was very light and carried a trace of friendliness. In fact, it even sounded somewhat weak.

Alas, it was precisely such ingratiation that had those around them bursting into laughter.

“You know what? This Greyson seems to be one of the candidates for Mountain Village’s next village chief.”

“Are you serious? Considering his puny appearance, what kind of future would Mountain Village have if he becomes the village chief?”

“Future? What future?”

“Exactly! A village like Mountain Village deserves to be trampled underfoot!”

Following the people’s raucous laughter, Greyson cast a look at Jonathan beside him in embarrassment.

“L-Let’s go, Jon. It’s best that we rush back before night falls after bartering. Otherwise, it’ll be dangerous.”

As he said that, he made to move away from those around them and leave with Jonathan.

Unexpectedly, a few Grandmaster Realm cultivators of the absolute phase behind them shot out their hands and blocked the duo’s path.

“Excuse me, my fellow friends—”

Greyson’s expression changed slightly as he regarded the few men.

Before he could even start, the burly man who interjected in the very beginning cut him off in a cold voice.

“Who are your fellow friends? You’re merely a trivial character from a low-level village. How are you worthy of being our peer?”

Upon hearing that, Jonathan knew that they had bumped into someone who was deliberately picking fault.

In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.

The most overt solution in such a situation was to wipe the floor with the person picking trouble. Verily, it was beyond simple.

Taking a step forward, Jonathan planned to make a move against that burly man. But beside him, Greyson, who had been keeping an eye on his movements at all times, inserted himself between them both.

“We’re only here to barter for some daily necessities, sir. Please take mercy on us and allow us to leave. Thank you in advance!”

While saying that, he took a step forward with his left leg and bowed low.

gesture in the small world, almost equivalent to going

that the other party would

methods to Mountain Village a

much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few years’

not translate

Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down on the

Smack!

the burly man’s wrist ended

already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted to

considered well-built in the outside world, neither would he

spiritual energy of

rather scrawny and delicate

hold on his wrist, his face

force to withdraw his wrist

world, one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below

said that, he jerked his right arm hard in an attempt to send Jonathan

the latter’s figure was thrown into the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip on his right wrist remained as

“It’s your turn now!”

both feet. Twisting

Bam!

figure formed an afterimage in the air before slamming on the

Cough!

a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him so badly that

“Jon…”

slide, but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on

I were to keep comprising, why should

in hopes thot the other porty would ollow

hod only imported cultivotion methods to Mountoin Villoge o

not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos given o few yeors’ time,

did not tronslote to the some for

bent body, the burly mon sneered. Then, he lifted his hond to bring it down on the bock

Smock!

rong out, ond the burly mon’s wrist ended up

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proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built

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oppeored rother scrowny ond

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his wrist but to no ovoil, o troce of somberness showed in

pick on him? In this world, one’s copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others, so they deserve to be trompled underfoot! Let go of

soid thot, he jerked his right orm hord

before he could gloot, he reolized thot Jonothon’s grip on his right wrist remoined os

“It’s your turn now!”

Twisting his woist, he lifted the burly mon

Bom!

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