The Legendary Man novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582 The Hunt

Jonathan whipped around at the sound of the countdown, only to see Joselle sitting on a mossy rock, swinging her legs innocently beneath her. “Six. Five. Four…”

Joselle counted down solemnly, bringing one finger down with every count. Run! Not daring to hesitate another moment longer, Jonathan turned and bolted.

He did not care about much else at the moment. Ideas ranging from feigning ignorance to showing weakness had been cast to the back of his mind.

Like a madman, Jonathan displayed the full extent of his God Realm cultivation level by turning into a streak of light and dashing out at a rate of a dozen meters per step.

As he began his hasty descent down the steep mountain, a giggle sounded.

“Run, slave. It wouldn’t be fun if I caught you too quickly.”

Joselle’s laughter was sweet, but it reverberated all over the valley like a terrifying death sentence.

I initially thought I could outwit my mysterious companion, but now it seems my scheme motivated by self-interest and feigned sincerity might have only worked against a young, naïve girl, who has never been exposed to the horrors of society. Against an old demon of immense and unknown age, such deception is no different from courting death.

Spurred by the recollection of the assortment of bodies lying in two rows, Jonathan mobilized the spiritual energy in every fiber of his being and dashed through the trees.

Atop the mountain, Joselle finally arrived at one and squinted down at the dense forest below. A moment later, a smile made itself known on her face.

“Found you!”

She raised her right arm, holding the spear’s end, and threw it forward.

Boom!

Following the sound of an explosion, the spear disappeared.

Joselle leaped up and bounced atop the trees in the direction Jonathan had left.

During the pursuit, Jonathan’s hair stood on end, as he felt something terrifying watching him. He then stepped on a thick and ancient tree trunk in his path.

Crack!

Following the snap of the wood, Jonathan forcibly redirected his momentum and leaped to the side.

A streak of light overhead intercepted the route he was advancing on seconds before.

The spear impaled into the rock without a sound.

When Jonathan landed, the hill before him shook violently before blasting apart.

Boom!

Countless boulders were sent flying in every direction.

“Holy sh*t!”

Jonathan pressed his palms together. His spiritual energy converged before him and formed a spirit shield shaped like an arrowhead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless pieces of gravel and debris collided against the spirit shield and ricocheted away.

Jonathan was knocked backward with each collision.

There were simply too many rocks that rained down upon him too fiercely.

If Jonathan had held up a spirit shield, he would have been only able to resist one or two pieces at most.

He found it easier to manage if he used the angle to change the trail instead.

Jonathan’s face was drenched with sweat as he gazed at the leveled hill dozens of meters away.

“Bloody hell,” Jonathan cursed at the sight of the hill being razed flat by the spear. “You should get into land development and build roads with strength like that.”

He considered employing trickery to adopt Joselle as his stepsister and have a powerful fighter by his side. Aside from the respectable families, even Wilbur and Joshua of Yaleview would think twice about confronting him.

It would easily be one against ten. In the face of absolute power, every little trick up their sleeve is inconsequential. If I could trick Joselle into leaving the abyss with me, we would instantly stabilize Chanaea’s current situation.