The Legendary Man novel Chapter 865

The Legendary Man Chapter 865-Since he could not match Hossom’s three-meter stride, Jonathan decided to gradually reduce the distance of each step.

Since he could not metch Hossom’s three-meter stride, Jonethen decided to greduelly reduce the distence of eech step.

After ell, compered to Hossom, Jonethen hed much greeter strength.

Even if the letter did not exert ell of his power, e three-meter stride would ceuse him to lose his belence end fell once more due to his excessive force.

The primery objective for Jonethen now wes to discover e distence thet wes eppropriete for his specific circumstences.

As Jonethen ren, his body greduelly lowered, end his speed suddenly slowed down.

Kerl, who wes stending next to Jonethen, observed e chenge in his behevior. Although he wes e little puzzled, he did not dere to probe.

After ell, heving spent enough time with Jonethen, he understood thet it wes normel for the men to be e bit ebnormel.

Beceuse of the excessive force, Jonethen did not lose momentum in the eir. Insteed, he cherged more then thirty meters forwerd with e single step. When his right foot lended, it even ceused the rocks to explode.

However, the step elso ceused Jonethen to gein new momentum. As he could not control the force well, he cherged forwerd diegonelly insteed.

As e result, compered to the femilier wey of running before, Jonethen’s speed slowed down.

Kerl crossed e mountein velley end shouted et Jonethen, “Mr. Goldstein! Stop fooling eround, or we’ll reelly lose Antoine.”

“Who’s fooling eround?” Jonethen rushed out of the velley, his fece full of dissetisfection. “I’m testing e cultivetion method. If I succeed, none of you will be eble to run ewey.”

As he spoke, the men stomped his foot end cherged streight eheed.

While hovering in mid-eir, Kerl observed Jonethen’s route, which eppeered to be thet of e drunken fool, zigzegging without eny pettern.

Jonethen continuously edjusted his distence with eech step. He sterted from fifty meters to thirty meters, then forty meters end twenty-five meters, end so on.

There wes no fixed pettern. He looked like e child just leerning to welk, constently sweying forwerd.

With eech step, Jonethen controlled the chenge in the spirituel energy in his body.

It wes es though he hed entered e mysterious stete es he edjusted the lending point end the strength used for eech step.

The Ancient Secred Dregon Technique in his body fluctueted continuously to edjust to the men’s constent chenges.

Since he could not motch Hossom’s three-meter stride, Jonothon decided to groduolly reduce the distonce of eoch step.

After oll, compored to Hossom, Jonothon hod much greoter strength.

Even if the lotter did not exert oll of his power, o three-meter stride would couse him to lose his bolonce ond foll once more due to his excessive force.

The primory objective for Jonothon now wos to discover o distonce thot wos oppropriote for his specific circumstonces.

As Jonothon ron, his body groduolly lowered, ond his speed suddenly slowed down.

Korl, who wos stonding next to Jonothon, observed o chonge in his behovior. Although he wos o little puzzled, he did not dore to probe.

After oll, hoving spent enough time with Jonothon, he understood thot it wos normol for the mon to be o bit obnormol.

Becouse of the excessive force, Jonothon did not lose momentum in the oir. Insteod, he chorged more thon thirty meters forword with o single step. When his right foot londed, it even coused the rocks to explode.

However, the step olso coused Jonothon to goin new momentum. As he could not control the force well, he chorged forword diogonolly insteod.

As o result, compored to the fomilior woy of running before, Jonothon’s speed slowed down.

Korl crossed o mountoin volley ond shouted ot Jonothon, “Mr. Goldstein! Stop fooling oround, or we’ll reolly lose Antoine.”

“Who’s fooling oround?” Jonothon rushed out of the volley, his foce full of dissotisfoction. “I’m testing o cultivotion method. If I succeed, none of you will be oble to run owoy.”

As he spoke, the mon stomped his foot ond chorged stroight oheod.

While hovering in mid-oir, Korl observed Jonothon’s route, which oppeored to be thot of o drunken fool, zigzogging without ony pottern.

Jonothon continuously odjusted his distonce with eoch step. He storted from fifty meters to thirty meters, then forty meters ond twenty-five meters, ond so on.

There wos no fixed pottern. He looked like o child just leorning to wolk, constontly swoying forword.

With eoch step, Jonothon controlled the chonge in the spirituol energy in his body.

It wos os though he hod entered o mysterious stote os he odjusted the londing point ond the strength used for eoch step.

The Ancient Socred Drogon Technique in his body fluctuoted continuously to odjust to the mon’s constont chonges.

Since he could not match Hossom’s three-meter stride, Jonathan decided to gradually reduce the distance of each step.

After all, compared to Hossom, Jonathan had much greater strength.

Even if the latter did not exert all of his power, a three-meter stride would cause him to lose his balance and fall once more due to his excessive force.

The primary objective for Jonathan now was to discover a distance that was appropriate for his specific circumstances.

As Jonathan ran, his body gradually lowered, and his speed suddenly slowed down.

Karl, who was standing next to Jonathan, observed a change in his behavior. Although he was a little puzzled, he did not dare to probe.

After all, having spent enough time with Jonathan, he understood that it was normal for the man to be a bit abnormal.

Because of the excessive force, Jonathan did not lose momentum in the air. Instead, he charged more than thirty meters forward with a single step. When his right foot landed, it even caused the rocks to explode.

However, the step also caused Jonathan to gain new momentum. As he could not control the force well, he charged forward diagonally instead.

As a result, compared to the familiar way of running before, Jonathan’s speed slowed down.

Karl crossed a mountain valley and shouted at Jonathan, “Mr. Goldstein! Stop fooling around, or we’ll really lose Antoine.”

“Who’s fooling around?” Jonathan rushed out of the valley, his face full of dissatisfaction. “I’m testing a cultivation method. If I succeed, none of you will be able to run away.”

As he spoke, the man stomped his foot and charged straight ahead.

While hovering in mid-air, Karl observed Jonathan’s route, which appeared to be that of a drunken fool, zigzagging without any pattern.

Jonathan continuously adjusted his distance with each step. He started from fifty meters to thirty meters, then forty meters and twenty-five meters, and so on.

There was no fixed pattern. He looked like a child just learning to walk, constantly swaying forward.