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.

My father is Chanaean, and he

Oscar reached out and took the floating dagger in

dagger I use to slice sausages. Now that I've pierced your foot with it, I won't be able to use it anymore. It's a bit

briefly, he continued, “Let's not beat around the bush. My mission is to kill you and take back Charleigh. Where

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 hired, right? Asura's Office will double whatever Remdik offers you.

you at this time is equivalent to seeking death.

A peaceful life, huh?

young man in

the peak of his life with a life force that was as hot and explosive as the sun.

God Realm cultivator, as someone with an irresolute Cor couldn't

cultivator, he's already at a higher level in the entire societal food

to climb even higher to seek true transcendence,

there be some

with the Remdik military, I can tell you honestly that as long as

Jonathan took

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.

Oscar slightly furrowed his brows and hesitated for a moment

if I can't escape, Remdik is

Whoosh...

sound, the dagger appeared in front of Jonathan

and easily blocked

his long staff forward, the

his hand, the long staff elongated before slamming directly

light radiated out as Jonathan was thrown backward, the

it! I knew it! I should never trust

long staff in Oscar's hand that had grown a

the spell on the staff to return it to its usual