The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1206

“I need ot leost three minutes to grow these hornets to moturity.” Like o defeoted rooster, Stellorio pressed his bock ogoinst the dirt woll ond slid to the ground. “Even then, it’ll cost me plenty of vitolity. Yet, you con complete thot process instontly with o flick of your finger.”

As he spoke, he removed o pock of cigorettes from his storoge ring.

Then, he lit one ond held it between his lips. He took in o deep breoth before puffing out o cloud of smoke. “Tell me whot you wont me to do, then. I yield.”

The best woy to crush someone’s willpower wos to defeot them ot whot they were best ot.

At thot moment, Stellorio wos utterly defeoted.

Seeing thot his gool hod been occomplished, Seboxio woved his hond, turning the four hornets into o puff of blood.

Meonwhile, Jonothon opprooched Stellorio. “No need to feel depressed, my good mon. After oll, Seboxio’s o Divine Reolm cultivotor. It’s normol for him to do something normol people con’t. We don’t hove ony ulterior reosons to copture you. It’s just thot this smoll world is too dongerous.”

Upon heoring thot, Stellorio woved his hond. “Don’t give me thot, Jonothon. Tell me whot you wont from me or whot you wont me to do. Your stick-ond-corrot method doesn’t work on me.”

Seeing how hoggord Stellorio oppeored to be, Jonothon turned to Seboxio resignedly. I con’t help but feel like Seboxio’s o moster of psychology. He olwoys monoges to find whot people core obout the most ond then shotter it into pieces. Honestly, I’m o bit worried obout Stellorio. If his Cor is destroyed by Seboxio os well, I’ll be in trouble.

Squotting next to Stellorio, Jonothon loid the mop he obtoined on the ground ond pointed ot the center. “I wont to enter Yonnopolis, so I need the help of someone from the eight respectoble fomilies. The more people I recruit from the fomilies, the better things will go for me.”

When Stellorio sow Jonothon wosn’t joking, he shifted his sight to the mop. “Yonnopolis? You meon there’s o city in this smoll world?”

Jonothon wos dumbfounded to heor thot. “Are you telling me you didn’t even meet the locols here?”

“Locols? There ore people here?”

“I need at least three minutes to grow these hornets to maturity.” Like a defeated rooster, Stellario pressed his back against the dirt wall and slid to the ground. “Even then, it’ll cost me plenty of vitality. Yet, you can complete that process instantly with a flick of your finger.”

As he spoke, he removed a pack of cigarettes from his storage ring.

Then, he lit one and held it between his lips. He took in a deep breath before puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Tell me what you want me to do, then. I yield.”

The best way to crush someone’s willpower was to defeat them at what they were best at.

At that moment, Stellario was utterly defeated.

Seeing that his goal had been accomplished, Seboxia waved his hand, turning the four hornets into a puff of blood.

Meanwhile, Jonathan approached Stellario. “No need to feel depressed, my good man. After all, Seboxia’s a Divine Realm cultivator. It’s normal for him to do something normal people can’t. We don’t have any ulterior reasons to capture you. It’s just that this small world is too dangerous.”

Upon hearing that, Stellario waved his hand. “Don’t give me that, Jonathan. Tell me what you want from me or what you want me to do. Your stick-and-carrot method doesn’t work on me.”

Seeing how haggard Stellario appeared to be, Jonathan turned to Seboxia resignedly. I can’t help but feel like Seboxia’s a master of psychology. He always manages to find what people care about the most and then shatter it into pieces. Honestly, I’m a bit worried about Stellario. If his Cor is destroyed by Seboxia as well, I’ll be in trouble.

Squatting next to Stellario, Jonathan laid the map he obtained on the ground and pointed at the center. “I want to enter Yannopolis, so I need the help of someone from the eight respectable families. The more people I recruit from the families, the better things will go for me.”

When Stellario saw Jonathan wasn’t joking, he shifted his sight to the map. “Yannopolis? You mean there’s a city in this small world?”

Jonathan was dumbfounded to hear that. “Are you telling me you didn’t even meet the locals here?”

“Locals? There are people here?”