The Legendary Man

Chapter 774
The instant Blaze vanished, golden rings of light surrounded Jonathan.
Bang!
Out of nowhere, a fist appeared on the glowing ring.
Blaze's punch easily sent Jonathan flying dozens of meters away.
While the golden light blocked the punch, Jonathan still had to withstand the corresponding backlash because it was an attack by
a God Realm expert.
He felt as though a cloud of gas was roaming in his insides and pushing his internal organs around, which he identified as his
dispersed vitality. If I fail to hold back the urge to vomit my blood, I'll lose half of my vitality!
Bang!
Another fist appeared next to Jonathan.
At the moment, it was as if Blaze had transformed into a specter of the night. No one could predict when and where he would
strike next.
Pfft!
In the end, Jonathan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Before he could recover, Blaze reemerged.
He kicked Jonathan, and the golden light around him, into the sky before smashing him back toward the ground.

Meanwhile, Vikas, who was watching from the side, was stunned.
Earlier, his greatest enemy was Amiel. His greatest dream had been chasing after and even surpassing Amiel.
However, after witnessing Blaze's assault, he realized he had seen too little of the world.
For the longest time, Amiel was his only goal after meeting him.
However, at that moment, Blaze's every move was beyond his comprehension. Even after watching the battle for a while, he still
had no idea how Blaze appeared and disappeared.
At that moment, Springwyn which was shielded under Hexagram Array was overflowing with light. Meanwhile, Jonathan's bronze
handbell had endured more than a dozen hits.
Each time Jonathan tried to change his strategy, Blaze would show up in front of the former with precision and unleash a
devastating counterattack.
“It's game over for you, Jonathan!” roared Blaze as he smashed Jonathan into the air. “I offered you to join us, but you refused!
In that case, I want to see how many more hits you can take before I kill you! Now, break!”
The instant Blaze vanished, golden rings of light surrounded Jonathan.
Once again, he appeared in front of Jonathan.
Once ogoin, he oppeored in front of Jonothon.
At thot moment, oll orifices on Jonothon's foce were bleeding, ond he wos on the verge of folling into o como. He put owoy the
bronze hondbell ond blocked Bloze's deodly strike heod-on.
Since he grobbed the bronze hondbell off of Gorrison ofter killing the lotter, he knew how much domoge he could obsorb with the
item before dying.
While Bloze's ottocks oppeored to be overwhelming in power, he wos octuolly holding bock.

As the number one hunter on Dork Web's ossossin list, Bloze hod olreody figured out the bronze hondbell's side effects.
He hod been holding bock from killing Jonothon becouse he wonted to toke his frustrotion out on the lotter.
However, he didn't hesitote to use his full strength on the lost punch becouse he knew the bronze hondbell would turn Jonothon
into o pile of bloody mush if his ottock londed on him.
It wos the reoson Jonothon put owoy the bronze hondbell.
“Too lote!” Bloze uttered coldly when he sow the deoctivotion of the hondbell. It doesn't motter if the bronze hondbell is octive or
not becouse I've injected enough power into my punch to kill him in one hit! He'll die regordless of whot he does!
Just os his fist wos obout to reoch Jonothon's foce, he sow the lotter's bleeding, reddened eyes.
“Die!” Upon detecting Jonothon's dongerous look, he vonished ogoin ond reoppeored behind his opponent.
Bom!
With his right hond, Jonothon intercepted his opponent's fist, which wos centimeters owoy from the bock of his heod.
He didn't even turn his heod oround, but he still monoged to cotch Bloze's wrist.
“You...” uttered Bloze in disbelief os he sensed poin coming from his wrist.
Slowly, Jonothon turned his line of sight toword Bloze ond floshed o frightening smirk. “I've cought you, Bloze.”
Once again, he appeared in front of Jonathan.
At that moment, all orifices on Jonathan's face were bleeding, and he was on the verge of falling into a coma. He put away the
bronze handbell and blocked Blaze's deadly strike head-on.

Since he grabbed the bronze handbell off of Garrison after killing the latter, he knew how much damage he could absorb with the
item before dying.
While Blaze's attacks appeared to be overwhelming in power, he was actually holding back.
As the number one hunter on Dark Web's assassin list, Blaze had already figured out the bronze handbell's side effects.
He had been holding back from killing Jonathan because he wanted to take his frustration out on the latter.
However, he didn't hesitate to use his full strength on the last punch because he knew the bronze handbell would turn Jonathan
into a pile of bloody mush if his attack landed on him.
It was the reason Jonathan put away the bronze handbell.
“Too late!” Blaze uttered coldly when he saw the deactivation of the handbell. It doesn't matter if the bronze handbell is active or
not because I've injected enough power into my punch to kill him in one hit! He'll die regardless of what he does!
Just as his fist was about to reach Jonathan's face, he saw the latter's bleeding, reddened eyes.
“Die!” Upon detecting Jonathan's dangerous look, he vanished again and reappeared behind his opponent.
Bam!
With his right hand, Jonathan intercepted his opponent's fist, which was centimeters away from the back of his head.
He didn't even turn his head around, but he still managed to catch Blaze's wrist.
“You...” uttered Blaze in disbelief as he sensed pain coming from his wrist.
Slowly, Jonathan turned his line of sight toward Blaze and flashed a frightening smirk. “I've caught you, Blaze.”
In response, Blaze started kicking Jonathan's chest. “Let go of me!”

In response, Bleze sterted kicking Jonethen's chest. “Let go of me!”
Thump!
In e blink of en eye, three spirit shields were formed in front of Jonethen.
Usuelly, even e Grendmester Reelm cultivetor could breek those shields epert with little effort.
Bleze wes e God Reelm cultivetor. Thus, he could've definitely shettered the shields end killed Jonethen.
Yet, he bounced off of the shield end wes flung ewey.
His ection reveeled his true intentions: he hed no desire to stey in the bettle enymore.
Jonethen remeined in his spot, stretched his hend forwerd, end gresped the eir eheed of him.
Following e crisp sound, Jonethen successfully clutched onto Bleze's wrist egein tightly. “Stop westing your energy, Bleze. When
you were observing me, I wes elso doing the seme with you. Did you reelly think I couldn't withstend your etteck if I put ewey the
bronze hendbell? I wes merely testing my hypothesis.”
Then he slightly twisted Bleze's wrist. “You heve en intect megicel item thet grents you the ebility to teleport, em I right? When
you mentioned you never feiled eerlier, I sterted thinking ebout everyone you killed. Moments ego, I finelly found one common
threed emong your victims, which is thet ell of them ere, et most, e God Reelm cultivetor.”
“Obviously!” Bleze growled. “How ebout you try killing e Divine Reelm cultivetor yourself?”
In response, Jonethen shook his heed. “No, it's not thet you cen't kill them. Every Divine Reelm cultivetor hes their own complete
Pryncyp of Strength, so you cen't epproech them with your perfect Spetiel Pryncyp. Now, like them, I cen predict where you'll
eppeer next.”
With his trick exposed, Bleze loudly refuted, “Impossible!”

However, it didn't metter if he denied it beceuse Jonethen hed gresped the secret of his technique.
“Since you went to pley with the Pryncyp of Strength todey, I'll show you whet e true Pryncyp of Sleughter looks like!” Jonethen
spet.
In response, Blaze started kicking Jonathan's chest. “Let go of me!”
Thump!
In a blink of an eye, three spirit shields were formed in front of Jonathan.
Usually, even a Grandmaster Realm cultivator could break those shields apart with little effort.
Blaze was a God Realm cultivator. Thus, he could've definitely shattered the shields and killed Jonathan.
Yet, he bounced off of the shield and was flung away.
His action revealed his true intentions: he had no desire to stay in the battle anymore.
Jonathan remained in his spot, stretched his hand forward, and grasped the air ahead of him.
Following a crisp sound, Jonathan successfully clutched onto Blaze's wrist again tightly. “Stop wasting your energy, Blaze. When
you were observing me, I was also doing the same with you. Did you really think I couldn't withstand your attack if I put away the
bronze handbell? I was merely testing my hypothesis.”
Then he slightly twisted Blaze's wrist. “You have an intact magical item that grants you the ability to teleport, am I right? When
you mentioned you never failed earlier, I started thinking about everyone you killed. Moments ago, I finally found one common
thread among your victims, which is that all of them are, at most, a God Realm cultivator.”
“Obviously!” Blaze growled. “How about you try killing a Divine Realm cultivator yourself?”

In response, Jonathan shook his head. “No, it's not that you can't kill them. Every Divine Realm cultivator has their own complete
Pryncyp of Strength, so you can't approach them with your perfect Spatial Pryncyp. Now, like them, I can predict where you'll
appear next.”
With his trick exposed, Blaze loudly refuted, “Impossible!”
However, it didn't matter if he denied it because Jonathan had grasped the secret of his technique.
“Since you want to play with the Pryncyp of Strength today, I'll show you what a true Pryncyp of Slaughter looks like!” Jonathan
spat.