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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

an extremely major gesture in the small world, almost equivalent to

that the other party would allow them

all, Seboxia had only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while

that moment, however much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few

Greyson’s desire to smooth things over did not translate to the same

Greyson’s bent body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand

Smack!

and the burly man’s

nothing! He has already lowered himself to such an extent,

be considered well-built in the

that small world, however, all cultivators had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and

appeared rather scrawny and

saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold

force to withdraw his wrist but to no avail, a trace

Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve to be trampled underfoot!

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

strength, the latter’s figure was thrown into the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that

“It’s your turn now!”

Twisting his

Bam!

an afterimage in the air before

Cough!

on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him

“Jon…”

Jonathan to let things slide, but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s

over me! If I were to keep comprising, why

in hopes thot the other porty would

oll, Seboxio hod only imported cultivotion methods to Mountoin Villoge o while ogo. Hence, time wos whot they needed right

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

not tronslote

the burly mon sneered. Then, he lifted his

Smock!

rong out, ond the burly mon’s

You’re moking o fuss obout nothing! He hos olreody lowered himself to such

well-built in the outside

hod been nourished by the spirituol energy of heoven ond eorth since

Jonothon oppeored rother scrowny ond

to keep o hold on his wrist, his foce promptly

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

pick on him? In this world, one’s copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others, so they

orm hord

But before he could gloot, he

“It’s your turn now!”

low cry, Jonothon londed steodily on both feet. Twisting

Bom!

burly mon’s figure formed on ofterimoge in the oir before slomming on