The Legendary Man

Chapter 926 Slim Odds Of Victory

Little did Jonathan know that the cultivator standing before him now in the freezing cold winds of Remdik—an advanced phase God Realm cultivator—was only fighting him because he planned on not doing anything for the rest of his life.

“Are you also from Sanctuary?” Jonathan asked curiously, looking at Oscar.

Currently, he couldn't rely on the Pryncyp of Slaughter, yet if he relied on spiritual energy to fight, he would only be wasting time and increasing the chances of his defeat.

After all, he was within Remdik's territory, and if the enemy's aerial support arrived just a little bit faster, he might be crushed alive just by the sheer number of enemies.

Therefore, he needed to time things just right. He needed to find a moment where he could restore his Pryncyp of Strength yet not be trapped by the Remdikians.

To restore the Pryncyp of Strength, there were only two ways.

The first was to wait for time to pass and let the surrounding Pryncyp of Strength gradually fill this space.

The second was to be far enough away from the area.

Although a large range of Pryncyp of Slaughter would definitely be drawn away when the Pryncyp was bestowed earlier, it would only be up to about one hundred kilometers in radius.

If he was given ten minutes, he could definitely gather the Pryncyp again.

Even now, because they were far enough away from where the Pryncyp was bestowed earlier, Jonathan could feel the surrounding Pryncyp of Slaughter.

He had tried to gather it before, but there was just too little, so he couldn't successfully form an attack with it.

Therefore, what he was doing now was stalling for time!

When Oscar heard Jonathan's question, he didn't think much of it, just yawned and looked at Jonathan.

“Sanctuary? I didn't expect you to know so much. That's Remdik's top-level confidential information,” Oscar replied with a smile and in fluent Chanaean.

“I didn't expect your Chanaean to be so fluent,” Jonathan remarked curiously while holding Heaven Sword.

hand. “It's just average. My father is Chanaean, and

out and took the floating dagger in front of

your foot with it, I won't be able to use it anymore.

not beat around the bush. My mission is to kill you and take

give him to you.” Upon hearing Oscar's words, Jonathan shook his head with a smile. “How about we make a deal? I can see that you don't seem like a cultivator trained by the Remdik military but rather someone they

“The entire situation in Aploth and Epea is like a tightly stretched rope, and no one knows when the last strand will suddenly break. Chanaea is in the center of the storm, and joining you at this time is equivalent to seeking death. As for the conditions

A peaceful life, huh?

man in front of

at the peak of his life with a life

a desire should not appear in a God Realm cultivator, as someone with

a God Realm cultivator, he's already at a higher

climb even higher to seek true transcendence, so how could he

be some hidden reason

agreement you've reached with the Remdik military, I can tell you honestly that as long

careful consideration, Jonathan

doesn't want you to be at peace, but the environment does not allow for it. In this world, if you're a Grandmaster Realm cultivator and you only rule over a small area, perhaps no one will care about you. But you're a God Realm

Oscar slightly furrowed his brows and hesitated for a moment as he

is much

Whoosh...

sound, the dagger appeared in front of Jonathan without any

Sword rose up and easily blocked the short

Oscar thrust his long staff forward, the tip just barely brushing against

a slight flick of his hand, the long

thrown backward, the

knew it! I should never trust the length of

an exasperated glance at the long staff in Oscar's

spell on the staff