The Legendary Man

Chapter 1261-Hayden fixated his gaze on Jonathan, who stood opposite him, appearing somewhat dazed.

After a considerable period of time, he couldn’t resist the urge to give Jonathan a thumbs up, exclaiming, “D*mn! Mr. Goldstein, you guys are really something. You and Joshua are more cunning than the next. So, you staged this whole act just to have Stellario scout the path for you?”

Upon hearing those words, Jonathan raised his beer and promptly tilted his head back to take a long swig.

Such intricate plotting was definitely viewed as cunning if used on comrades or allies. However, when applied to others, it transformed into a strategic approach.

Furthermore, what Jonathan desired extended beyond just these things.

From the moment the beacon materialized above his head, Jonathan was acutely aware that the disheveled man who had attempted to recruit him the previous day, and who had transformed into an illusion to announce the rules today, likely possessed the means to monitor the entire arena.

Considering the circumstances surrounding the extermination of the hidden-wing insects through separate, controlled burns in various regions, it became evident that the disheveled man possessed not only the ability to monitor every area but also the freedom to manipulate changes in the entire formation at will.

The realization that his every action was under constant surveillance weighed heavily on him. The sensation of being both watched and manipulated was undeniably unsettling.

Most importantly, based on the man’s attempt to recruit Jonathan the previous night, it was clear that despite his outwardly unbridled demeanor, this man always left Jonathan with the distinct impression that he was anything but ordinary.

To say the least, in comparison to the other aboriginal cultivators he had encountered, this man was undeniably far more dangerous.

Hence, he wanted to see what the man’s reaction would be after realizing his disappearance.

At the same time, Stellario and Merilyn had reached the summit of Ascension Peak.

What lay before them was an immense square, measuring three hundred square meters in width.

Right at the center of the square, eight seals hovered in mid-air.

“Eight? That should be the qualification to leave this arena.” Stellario fixed his gaze on the seals in the distance and spoke in a low, resonant voice, but he refrained from venturing into the square.

That was because the square was populated with clusters of cultivators, some seated while others stood, scattered throughout. There were easily over a hundred of them.

as cultivators with the sole purpose of anticipating the arrival of Jonathan

hundred and

few Spirit Rejuvenating Pills and let out a long,

odds aren’t in

waves of spiritual energy swiftly coalesced above the square, gradually taking

up to my expectations. You’re the first to arrive, and you’ve certainly made me quite

reaching for the small knife at his waist. He allowed a trickle of his own fresh blood to

grand spectacle?” As Stellario asked that question, he held the palm-sized black knife, and his fresh blood was swiftly absorbed by it, as

assumed an unusual

fresh blood, the small knife started to grow at a rapid pace. In a matter of moments, the once petite knife had metamorphosed into a saber

cast a cold

at least know who is responsible

Commander of the entire

will also acquire the

his statement, he turned to address the aboriginal cultivators who stood behind him. “If you desire to attain the

that, his

charged toward Stellario as if they

your capabilities,” Stellario roared, then launched himself into the air with several jet-black, fur-covered

hand, Stellario skillfully severed the weapon of a cultivator who stood

the two came face-to-face, one of the claws on Stellario’s back had already pierced through the

“Attack!”

on the claw, guided by

walk away, once more wielding his saber to deliver

“Stellario…”

hand but was startled before

cultivator he had previously killed astonishingly staggered

momentarily taken aback by the eerie sight of someone seemingly rising from

to Merilyn’s warning, simply focusing on advancing forward without so much as

began to