The Legendary Man

Chapter 1253 Death Match

Newmont and his men hesitated to engage in combat with Jonathan as they stared at the latter's sharp sword.

It was then they recognized how extraordinary Jonathan was. If any of them charged toward him recklessly, they would probably be targeted by him while other teams reaped the benefits.

That presented Jonathan a window of opportunity.

He dashed toward Merilyn's side. At that point, she was on the verge of death. “Seboxia...”

“Her soul is still intact! She can still be saved!” replied Seboxia.

Soon, Jonathan felt the life force in his body speeding into Merilyn.

A few seconds later, life returned to Merilyn's countenance, and she woke up. “Jonathan...”

When she noticed Jonathan was hugging her, she glanced at her chest, somewhat bewildered.

Even though the spear was still lodged between her breasts, she couldn't feel any pain, thanks to the life force pouring into her body. “Am I dead? Are you also dead?”

Merilyn stood and surveyed her surrounding with curiosity.

Just as she stood still, Jonathan slapped the spear in her chest out.

“Ah!” A piercing screech escaped her mouth. That agony almost caused Merilyn to faint once more.

A moment later, Merilyn peered at the gaping, bloody hole below her neck, dumbfounded.

Her wound closed rapidly as she inhaled sharply.

In the blink of an eye, her chest was back to normal.

“He didn't use any medicine.” Newmont's pupils constricted. “If you aren't doing this with a special medicine, how are you accomplishing this feat?”

Jonathan turned his cold glare at Newmont before bolting toward Hayden while dragging Merilyn.

“Kill him!” roared Newmont before pursuing Jonathan. “Only two types of people can leave this arena. You're either chosen and leave here as an envoy of Outer City or carried out without a heartbeat. If we don't kill him, we're all dead!”

His words reminded his team members of the stakes. He's right! Since the day we were selected from one of the one hundred and eight villages, we were taught God Realm techniques. Then, we were told the requirement to be chosen as an envoy of Outer City, which was to complete the selection and step out of the arena alive. Isn't the theme this time to take the head of the outsiders? We shouldn't be fearful of that Jonathan right now. Otherwise, we'll just be wasting time! We may die if we attack him, but our doom is guaranteed if we don't. Why are we hesitating when this choice doesn't require any consideration?
Newmont and his men hesitated to engage in combat with Jonathan as they stared at the latter's sharp sword.

“Use this to end the battle quickly,” said Jonathan as he removed a silver-white spear from his storage ring and handed it to Merilyn.

Magical items carved with arcane arrays were rare in the small world. As such, most residents in the one hundred and eight villages used primitive beast bone weapons.

Merilyn only had a broken sword and a spear.

Since she lost her spear while attempting to save Jonathan earlier, he naturally couldn't let her battle empty-handed.

“Let me handle the left one.” Upon receiving the spear, Merilyn giddily leaped toward the cultivator to the left of Hayden.

Meanwhile, Jonathan tightened his grip around Heaven Sword. He raised both his hands and unleashed the Fantasy Sword Sect technique he learned from Lauryn, Skywards!

Jonathan expected a tougher fight, but he handily sliced the person in front of him in half with Heaven Sword.

As for Merilyn, she needed only three swings of her weapons to destroy her opponent's sword and throat.

Newmont deduced the trio's intention based on their beacon.

Hence, his group deliberately trapped Hayden first, driving him to launch a distress flare. That way, they could kill Jonathan and the other two together.

Once Jonathan had arrived, Newmont left two cultivators with the lowest cultivation level in his team to eliminate the bait, Hayden.

Unfortunately, their plan failed, and it allowed Jonathan and Merilyn to rescue Hayden much more easily.

When the two hostile cultivators died, Hayden almost fell.

Even though the group of nine trapped him earlier to make him bait, they didn't show him any mercy.

There were dozens of minor and severe injuries on Hayden's body. Even if his important organs had remained untouched, the amount of blood he lost was fatal.

“What a godd*mn friend you are, Jonathan. You finally came to rescue me.” Hayden cackled while he was being carried by Jonathan.

“Save your breath and adjust your internal energy.” Jonathan pressed his hand on Hayden's body and injected life force into the latter.

“Use this to end the battle quickly,” said Jonathan as he removed a silver-white spear from his storage ring and handed it to Merilyn.

“Here it comes! Yes, this is the feeling I'm waiting for!” exclaimed Hayden wildly as his wounds patched themselves speedily. “This feels too good, Mr. Goldstein! Please give me more!”