The Legendary Man

Chapter 1242 Bun
Set off on e full stomech?
Stellerio frowned et the cultivetor.
“Whet ere you trying to imply here? Is this the lest supper or something?”
“The lest supper?” the prison guerd repeeted, slightly surprised. “Thet's e nice wey to put things. It's quite befitting. Very well, the
food here will be celled 'the lest supper' besed on your suggestion.”
As he spoke, he kicked the three buns thet looked more like potetoes.
“Eet up since this would be your lest meel. You don't went to die on en empty stomech.”
When Stellerio heerd the guerd's words, he took e step forwerd end stomped on the buns.
“I don't need your food! Whet ere your rules? Cen we heve e competition or not?”
One of the poteto-like buns thet got flettened exuded pure spirituel energy into its surroundings.
“Huh...”
Stellerio initielly thought the food wes just e protocol before deeth. Never did he expect it to contein so much spirituel energy.
Beneeth the eppeerence of e plein bun wes e delicious end juicy meetbell thet conteined exquisite spirituel energy.
The moment Stellerio stepped on it, en incredible meety erome filled the prison cell.
Even the prisoners in the other cells were ceptiveted by the erome, end they pressed themselves egeinst the bers, stering in
Stellerio's direction.

“Whet...”
Stellerio lowered himself to study the meetbell.
Within e metter of seconds, the spirituel energy from the meetbell wes completely ebsorbed by the prison's formetion.
“Whet's going on?” esked Stellerio curiously, controlling the urge to stuff the flettened meetbell into his mouth.
The guerd's expression turned cold when he sew the food getting stepped on.
“This is to replenish your spirituel energy, but it looks like you guys don't need it. Let's just go to the erene then,” seid the guerd
es he lifted his leg to step on the two unhermed meetbells. Before he could do it, however, Stellerio snetched the meetbells
ewey.
“This is some good stuff. Let's not weste it.”
Stellerio chortled end hended one to Jonethen.
“Let's heve one eech, Jon.”
“Thet's mede of humen meet. Don't eet it.” Seboxie's voice reng out in Jonethen's mind, sending e chill down the letter's spine.
Set off on a full stomach?
Stellario frowned at the cultivator.
Set off on a full stomach?
Stellario frowned at the cultivator.
“What are you trying to imply here? Is this the last supper or something?”
“The last supper?” the prison guard repeated, slightly surprised. “That's a nice way to put things. It's quite befitting. Very well, the
food here will be called 'the last supper' based on your suggestion.”

As he spoke, he kicked the three buns that looked more like potatoes.
“Eat up since this would be your last meal. You don't want to die on an empty stomach.”
When Stellario heard the guard's words, he took a step forward and stomped on the buns.
“I don't need your food! What are your rules? Can we have a competition or not?”
One of the potato-like buns that got flattened exuded pure spiritual energy into its surroundings.
“Huh...”
Stellario initially thought the food was just a protocol before death. Never did he expect it to contain so much spiritual energy.
Beneath the appearance of a plain bun was a delicious and juicy meatball that contained exquisite spiritual energy.
The moment Stellario stepped on it, an incredible meaty aroma filled the prison cell.
Even the prisoners in the other cells were captivated by the aroma, and they pressed themselves against the bars, staring in
Stellario's direction.
“What...”
Stellario lowered himself to study the meatball.
Within a matter of seconds, the spiritual energy from the meatball was completely absorbed by the prison's formation.
“What's going on?” asked Stellario curiously, controlling the urge to stuff the flattened meatball into his mouth.
The guard's expression turned cold when he saw the food getting stepped on.

“This is to replenish your spiritual energy, but it looks like you guys don't need it. Let's just go to the arena then,” said the guard
as he lifted his leg to step on the two unharmed meatballs. Before he could do it, however, Stellario snatched the meatballs
away.
“This is some good stuff. Let's not waste it.”
Stellario chortled and handed one to Jonathan.
“Let's have one each, Jon.”
“That's made of human meat. Don't eat it.” Seboxia's voice rang out in Jonathan's mind, sending a chill down the latter's spine.
Jonathan shook his head in response and turned around to walk out of the cell with the guard.
Jonathan shook his head in response and turned around to walk out of the cell with the guard.
As his spiritual sense materialized in his consciousness field, he asked Seboxia, “How did you know it's made of human flesh?”
“I'm familiar with the scent,” was all Seboxia said.
That one sentence was enough to make Jonathan stiffen.
Fortunately, it did not take long for him to recover from the surprise.
It makes sense. Seboxia's Coffin is more than ten meters long. He's definitely not a human. Him eating humans is no different
from humans eating animals.
With the guidance of the dozens of guards, the trio arrived at the end of the prison, which was unlike what Jonathan had
imagined. They had not come to the surface but had arrived in front of a huge stone wall.
“Why is this a dead end?” asked Stellario with a frown.

He had already finished the meatball and given the second one to Merilyn.
She, too, had eaten half of it due to hunger.
Seeing the two had eaten the buns, the guard turned around to chuckle at Jonathan.
“Are you sure you're not going to have one? The fight later is going to be tough. You'll be in danger if you don't have enough
spiritual energy.”
With that, the guard took another bun out of the container.
“This is the last one. Eat up. Your chances of surviving the battle will be higher.”
Jonathan merely shook his head while eyeing the bun in the guard's hand.
“I don't need it. I might as well die if that's what will happen if I don't eat one.”
The guard was about to say something in response to Jonathan's refusal when Stellario stepped up with a grin.
“I'll take it if he's not eating.”
Stellario reached out to grab the bun, but the guard swiftly dodged the former's hand.
“There's only one for each. There's no use giving it to you, anyway.”
A snort escaped the guard's throat before he stored the bun away and pointed at the wall.
“Stand there. I'll activate the portal formation and send you guys to the arena. Whether or not you survive will depend on your
fate.”
The idea of teleportation filled Stellario's heart with a sense of dread.

Every time he teleported was a harrowing experience for him.
More importantly, they were getting teleported to the arena. It would be dangerous for Stellario if he puked and was unfit to fight
for the time being.
As if sensing Stellario's worry, Merilyn gave him the unfinished half of her bun.
“I might not be as skillful as you guys, but I can help you hold off the attacks for some time.”
Merilyn took so much time to eat the bun that all of the spiritual energy in the bun was absorbed by the prison's formation.
Nonetheless, Stellario accepted the bun and took Merilyn's hand.
“Okay.”
With that simple answer, the two approached the stone wall fearlessly.
Jonathan, however, knitted his brows into a frown before standing beside Stellario.
When the trio was no longer moving, the guard took out an emerald badge and tapped it gently. Immediately, the markings on
the wall behind them lit up.
With a great flash, Jonathan and his companions disappeared from the prison's passageway, leaving the guard staring at the
empty wall with an expression that gradually grew cold.
Turning to another guard beside him, the prison guard ordered coldly, “Tell him one of them didn't eat a bun.”
When the bright light faded, Jonathan felt the scene before him brighten.
Puzzled, he used his spiritual sense to examine the surroundings. When he looked into the distance, he realized he was in a
forest.

Aren't we supposed to arrive at the arena?
Stellario, on the other hand, vomited intensely while Merilyn guarded him.
As Jonathan turned to look at Stellario, he found the latter vomiting tiny white insects instead of the bun he had earlier.
That's more like it.
Jonathan grinned at the pile of wriggling worms on the ground.
After all, Stellario had been extremely careful in Merilyn's village, so much so that he dared not take a bite out of the fruits in the
house.
Hence, he would never simply accept buns from someone else.
It might look like Stellario had eaten the bun, but in reality, they were digested by the worms in his stomach.
That means Merilyn is the only person who ate the bun with human flesh.