The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1198

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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

That was an extremely major gesture in the small world, almost equivalent to going on a single knee in the outside world.

He did that in hopes that the other party would allow them to leave.

After all, Seboxia had only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago. Hence, time was what they needed right then.

At that moment, however much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few years’ time, they could obliterate Upriver Village anytime.

Regretfully, Greyson’s desire to smooth things over did not translate to the same for the other party.

Looking down at Greyson’s bent body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down on the back of the former’s head.

Smack!

A crisp smack rang out, and the burly man’s wrist ended up in Jonathan’s firm grasp.

“D*mn it! You’re making a fuss about nothing! He has already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted to kill him. Don’t you think you’re going too far?”

Jonathan’s figure was proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built in the outside world, neither would he be deemed puny.

In that small world, however, all cultivators had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since young and consumed untold magical herbs, so they were all strapping.

Consequently, Jonathan appeared rather scrawny and delicate before them.

When the burly man saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist, his face promptly contorted in a mask of fury.

After a few attempts of furtively exerting force to withdraw his wrist but to no avail, a trace of somberness showed in his eyes.

“So what if I pick on him? In this world, one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve to be trampled underfoot! Let go of me!”

As he said that, he jerked his right arm hard in an attempt to send Jonathan flying.

Under that burst of intense strength, the latter’s figure was thrown into the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip on his right wrist remained as firm as ever.

“It’s your turn now!”

With that low cry, Jonathan landed steadily on both feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted the burly man high into the air.

Bam!

The burly man’s figure formed an afterimage in the air before slamming on the bluestone ground heavily.

Cough!

While lying on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him so badly that they all backed away incessantly.

“Jon…”

Greyson wanted to step forward and urge Jonathan to let things slide, but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue got stuck in his throat.