The Legendary Man novel Chapter 852

The Legendary Man Chapter 852-In the commander’s tent, Hayes was pinned to the ground by the terrifying burst of spiritual energy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not budge an inch.

Jonathan stalked over to the man before lifting his leg and stepping on the latter’s back.

“In the battle at Northern Crimson Prison, almost a hundred thousand people died directly and undirectedly, Hayes. Do you know what that means? It means that a hundred thousand families’ hope and future were ruined by Karl alone.”

As he exerted force on his leg, Hayes spurted a mouthful of blood.

He continued, “At that time, Hayes, you were serving your sentence at Northern Crimson Prison. The battle left the entire place with dead bodies littered everywhere. It was a literal massacre. Yet, you now want to use yourself to save Karl? What gives? Why should the hundred thousand soldiers and prisoners die because of him? Are you trying to be a hero here because you think you’re important enough, so much so that I don’t dare kill you for the sake of the bigger picture?”

“No, that’s not it…”

It was beyond difficult for Hayes to speak at that moment, and his face had already turned purplish.

Jonathan’s leg appeared to be as heavy as lead, and it had only grown increasingly heavier since it rested on his back.

Right then, he could only breathe out, unable to take any oxygen in. Verily, he was on the verge of suffocating.

Both his hands clawed at the ground hard.

With his cheek plastered against the ground, he gritted out, “Asura’s Office is currently in a precarious state, Mr. Goldstein. While Karl deserves to die, you really can’t kill him.”

“I’ve said that I’d kill anyone who protects Karl!”

Jonathan lifted his right leg before bringing it down forcefully, aiming right for Hayes’ head.

“Mr. Goldstein!”

Following that low cry, a spirit shield made of spiritual energy formed above Hayes’ head, blocking off Jonathan’s right leg from landing on it.

At the tent entrance, Karl stepped in with a sled in his arms, dressed in the corresponding attire.

“I merely went sledding with my son, Mr. Goldstein. There’s no need for you to kill Tiger.”

While saying that, he causally placed the sled by the entrance and walked over to Hayes, supporting the injured man up.

“Are you kidding me, Karl?”

Hayes looked at Karl with a sigh.

“It’s no big deal that Mr. Goldstein wants me dead. I’m merely an insignificant cultivator of Superior Realm. But if you die, Mr. Goldstein would be the only elite of God Realm in the whole of Asura’s Office.”

“That’s not necessarily true.”

Subsequently, Karl turned to Jonathan with a smile.

“I’ve never dueled with you for real before, Mr. Goldstein. No one knows which of us will win in a true fight. Who knows, you might not be able to kill me!”

As he said that, he gathered some spiritual energy in his hand and used it to gently push Hayes aside.

He continued, “Since I’m not the Prince of Diyouli anymore, Mr. Goldstein, I’m also no longer a member of Asura’s Office. I’m truly curious about your combat capabilities as Asura. Pardon me!”

The corners of his mouth turned up a fraction, and he rammed the saber in his hand at Jonathan’s throat.

“Karl!” Hayes roared.

He wanted to stop the man, but Jonathan’s spiritual energy promptly pervaded the entire tent.

“Buzz off!”

With a wave of a hand from Jonathan, a ball of pure spiritual energy enveloped Hayes and sent him flying into the distance.

The commander’s tent turned into a veritable battlefield. Golden light kept flickering around Jonathan while Karl, who attacked incessantly, turned into an afterimage.