The Legendary Man novel Chapter 745

The Legendary Man Chapter 745-A figure was making a hasty getaway across the desert with two helicopters in hot pursuit. The helicopters trained their searchlights on the ground, attempting to track his movements.

Two firearms discharged and fired rounds into the night sky. The bullets struck the ground near Hossom’s footsteps, leaving visible marks on the surface.

“F*ck you! Don’t let me run into you again, or the day we meet shall be the day you meet your doom!” Hossom hollered into the sky.

Clearly, he was hurling curses at Jonathan.

Hossom couldn’t bring himself to toss the magical item away.

The spiritual energy Jonathan funneled into the staff only made it burn for dozens of seconds, but that was enough for the trained West Region Army to lock on to Hossom.

Hossom was in the Grandmaster Realm and could use the sand dunes to his advantage, concealing himself from sight. However, the West Region Army quickly reacted by sending two armed helicopters after him.

Their searchlights were trained on him, leaving Hossom with nowhere to hide. He was a moving target in the vast desert, making it nearly impossible to evade the helicopters.

Judging from the circumstances, he could either wait until the soldiers exhausted their bullets or the armed helicopters ran out of fuel. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

However, there was no telling how long that would take.

He knew he would most probably die of exhaustion before they were to run out of bullets.

Thus, he had no choice but to run ahead at full tilt.

Hossom was running with all his might when a gunshot sounded behind him.

Thud!

After the sound of the gunshot, one of the armed helicopters began to veer off course. Hossom looked back and noticed a dark silhouette tumbling out of the helicopter and crashing onto the sand.

Both helicopters swiftly parted ways, flying in opposite directions.

Now that the searchlights weren’t trained on him, Hossom quickly darted behind a sand dune. He noticed a man sitting above a sand dune around three hundred meters away, holding a sniper rifle.

Crack!

Hossom heard another gunshot echo through the night, and he spun around just in time to see the searchlight shatter into pieces, plunging the desert into darkness once again.

“Nice shot!” Hossom yelled at Jonathan as he grabbed a fistful of sand.

He looked so excited, seemingly forgetting that Jonathan was the reason he had to run in the first place.

He looked so excited, seemingly forgetting that Jonathan was the reason he had to run in the first place.

Following his shout, three armed helicopters took flight from the West Region Army’s base, heading toward him.

That wasn’t all, for the gate to the base was wide open, allowing armored tanks to head to Hossom.

There were dozens of tanks, judging from the lights.

“Stop staring! Run!”

Jonathan flew past Hossom in a blur. The pole in Hossom’s hand also vanished along with him.

“Hey!” Hossom yelled, his cheeks flushing red in anger as he stared at his empty hands. “Hensom, you promised to give the magical item to me after what I’ve been through!”

Around fifty kilometers away from the West Region Army’s base, Jonathan and Hossom lay beneath a sand dune, panting heavily.