The Legendary Man novel Chapter 886

The Legendary Man Chapter 886-As Jonathan noticed the injury on his back, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Since acquiring the mysterious bronze handbell from Garrison, Jonathan had relied on its seemingly absolute defensive abilities. Regardless of what attack he faced, the bronze handbell protected him thoroughly.

Even when confronted with a direct strike from Kenado, a master in the Divine Realm, Jonathan only suffered internal damage due to the energy waves transmitted within.

Jonathan initially thought that the strange bronze handbell’s defensive ability was absolute.

However, Paurius’ arrow was able to pierce through it.

That single shot would have penetrated Jonathan’s heart and killed him without the Cursed Seal, which clung to the arrow.

The arrow embedded itself in his flesh, reaching as deep as his spine.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Jonathan thrust himself forward and grabbed hold of the arrow with the help of the bronze handbell.

“No wonder it feels familiar. This clearly carries the same aura as the longbow wielded by the shadowy figure in the illusionary realm,” muttered Jonathan through gritted teeth.

The next moment, as if responding to a call, the arrow suddenly flew back without warning.

A chunk of flesh was torn away by the sharp projectile.

The golden light enveloping Jonathan receded, transforming into a bronze handbell in his hand.

Since the mysterious bronze handbell couldn’t block the arrow’s power, he abandoned its protection. Though the bell offered incredible defense, its energy consumption was equally terrifying.

“Paurius, I’ve thought it through. If we were to truly engage in battle, Ksana and I would have a forty percent chance of defeating the three of you,” Jonathan said, brandishing his Heaven Sword with a grin.

“Forty percent for you, sixty percent for us,” he added. “Initially, I didn’t want to involve you, but now, you know too much.”

Paurius glanced at the arrow in his hand and put it away. “Jonathan, I’ve known you were the Chanaea Asura for a long time. I thought you were some invincible force, but it turns out you’re just like any other mortal. You can bleed and feel pain.”

With a flick of his wrist, Paurius summoned several sharp beast claws.

Hovering above his palm, their mere presence exuded an oppressive aura.

“Jonathan, come back to Sanctuary with me. I’m sure God would be very interested in you.”

As the two spoke, another God Realm cultivator wielding a spear had already positioned himself behind Jonathan.

Meanwhile, the last adversary was locked in fierce combat with Ksana.

Although Ksana was slightly disadvantaged, her charred wooden staff held her opponent at bay, preventing him from aiding the others.

Paurius moved his fingers slightly, and the claws swiftly encircled Jonathan, blocking his possible escape routes.

“Jonathan, what are your chances of victory now?” Paurius mocked.

Sensing the connection between the surrounding beast claws, Jonathan smirked at Paurius. “Paurius, the fact that you can stand before me and ask that question makes me believe I have at least an eighty percent chance of winning.”

“I think you’ve lost your mind.” Paurius laughed.

But at that moment, his right hand suddenly clenched without warning.

Silently, five sharp claws converged from all directions, effortlessly piercing through the body in the center.

However, Paurius’ face turned pale when he realized it was not Jonathan but his fellow companion who had been torn apart.

On the ground, streaks of purple light shot into the sky, enveloping over a hundred meters.

This was the manifestation of the array patterns from Jonathan’s Divine Chessboard. Unbeknownst to them, Jonathan had somehow managed to set up the chessboard beneath Paurius and his companions.

In midair, ripples of black energy appeared.

Jonathan gathered all his killing intent and tried to kill Paurius in one shot.

At that moment, Paurius knew he was in danger. Without hesitation, he pulled out an ancient shield and moved it in front of him, turning into an afterimage as he charged toward the edge of the Divine Chessboard.