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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

extremely major gesture in the small world, almost equivalent to going on a single

that the

only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago.

much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village

smooth things over did not translate to the same for the

body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down

Smack!

the burly man’s wrist ended up in Jonathan’s firm

You’re making a fuss about nothing! He has already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted

not be considered well-built in the outside

all cultivators had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since young and

Jonathan appeared rather scrawny and

the burly man saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist, his face promptly contorted in a

to withdraw his wrist but to no avail,

In this world, one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve to be trampled underfoot! Let

arm hard

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

“It’s your turn now!”

feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted the burly

Bam!

the air

Cough!

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

“Jon…”

but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in

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Smock!

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he jerked his right orm hord

into the oir. But before he

“It’s your turn now!”

steodily on both feet. Twisting his

Bom!

in the oir before slomming on the bluestone ground