The Legendary Man novel Chapter 941

The Legendary Man Chapter 941-The Mysterious Old Man

Jonathan was extremely confident in his plan.

The greatest advantage of taking a flight was that the Remdikians couldn’t conduct a spot check even if they suspected he was onboard.

Logically speaking, as long as he could get himself up in the air, the Remdikians would be powerless to do anything unless they were prepared to take down the entire plane with all its passengers.

Once he was airborne, he could hijack a plane and fly it to Harfush.

Unfortunately, he didn’t expect the Remdikians to be one step ahead of him by preemptively sealing the airport.

Standing outside the airport fence, Jonathan felt his heart beating furiously as he stared at the rows of planes that had been grounded.

Yet those were the least of his worries, as the airport was littered with surveillance cameras and alarms.

It felt as if they were already waiting for him.

Just as he alighted from his car and prepared to sneak into the airport, an alarm was triggered.

All of a sudden, Jonathan was surrounded by over thirty Grandmaster Realm cultivators.

By then, he was already numbed by the huge amount of cultivators Remdik had in reserve.

Even if Remdik sent a thousand cultivators after him, Jonathan would no longer be surprised.

He had, after all, seen the massive power Remdik possessed firsthand.

However, little did he know that what he saw wasn’t real.

It was similar to a case of survivorship bias. If one were taking a train and inquired with the surrounding passengers whether they had bought tickets, most of them would answer in the affirmative other than the rare few who freeloaded.

Even though Remdik had loads of cultivators and the fact that they were well organized due to how centralized the country’s authority was, their real numbers revolved around a much smaller amount.

After all, a cultivator’s cultivation went against nature. If it wasn’t for the mad scientist, Charleigh, Grandmaster Realm cultivators would still be a rare sight in the country.

Jonathan had the impression that there were Grandmaster Realm cultivators everywhere in Remdik due to the shockwave he caused on every visit.

Since cultivators below Grandmaster Realm were useless against Jonathan, the Remdikian authorities had no choice but to continuously send their best men against him.

“Does anyone here speak Chanaean?” Jonathan yelled in resignation at the thirty over men surrounding him.

“I do.”

A hunched back old man walked out to the front.

He was an absolute phase Grandmaster that was handicapped, probably due to sustaining an injury to his Kore in battle when he was young.

Otherwise, he would have already achieved God Realm.

Despite the vigor the old man exuded, Jonathan greeted him politely on the account of his age.

“Sir, I have killed a few hundred Grandmasters throughout my journey. You lot are simply no match for me.”

“Actually, we aren’t here to kill you.”

Just as the old man finished, he pulled out a syringe from his ring and stabbed it into his chest.

He then gradually injected the liquid inside the syringe into his heart.

Amidst the sound of cracking bones, the hunched-back old man straightened his back. He then took a deep yet satisfied breath.

“It feels great to be able to stand up straight.”

Bam!