The Legendary Man

Chapter 1261 Stellario And His Tricks
Hayden fixated his gaze on Jonathan, who stood opposite him, appearing somewhat dazed.
After a considerable period of time, he couldn't resist the urge to give Jonathan a thumbs up, exclaiming, “D*mn! Mr. Goldstein,
you guys are really something. You and Joshua are more cunning than the next. So, you staged this whole act just to have
Stellario scout the path for you?”
Upon hearing those words, Jonathan raised his beer and promptly tilted his head back to take a long swig.
Such intricate plotting was definitely viewed as cunning if used on comrades or allies. However, when applied to others, it
transformed into a strategic approach.
Furthermore, what Jonathan desired extended beyond just these things.
From the moment the beacon materialized above his head, Jonathan was acutely aware that the disheveled man who had
attempted to recruit him the previous day, and who had transformed into an illusion to announce the rules today, likely possessed
the means to monitor the entire arena.
Considering the circumstances surrounding the extermination of the hidden-wing insects through separate, controlled burns in
various regions, it became evident that the disheveled man possessed not only the ability to monitor every area but also the
freedom to manipulate changes in the entire formation at will.
The realization that his every action was under constant surveillance weighed heavily on him. The sensation of being both
watched and manipulated was undeniably unsettling.
Most importantly, based on the man's attempt to recruit Jonathan the previous night, it was clear that despite his outwardly
unbridled demeanor, this man always left Jonathan with the distinct impression that he was anything but ordinary.
To say the least, in comparison to the other aboriginal cultivators he had encountered, this man was undeniably far more
dangerous.
Hence, he wanted to see what the man's reaction would be after realizing his disappearance.
At the same time, Stellario and Merilyn had reached the summit of Ascension Peak.

What lay before them was an immense square, measuring three hundred square meters in width.
Right at the center of the square, eight seals hovered in mid-air.
“Eight? That should be the qualification to leave this arena.” Stellario fixed his gaze on the seals in the distance and spoke in a
low, resonant voice, but he refrained from venturing into the square.
That was because the square was populated with clusters of cultivators, some seated while others stood, scattered throughout.
There were easily over a hundred of them.
These individuals had all arrived at the peak well in advance, gathering as cultivators with the sole purpose of anticipating the
arrival of Jonathan and his companions.
“One hundred and thirteen people.”
Stellario nonchalantly consumed a few Spirit Rejuvenating Pills and let out a long, concerned sigh.
“The odds aren't in our favor.”
Following his words, successive waves of spiritual energy swiftly coalesced above the square, gradually taking on the form of
that disheveled man.
“Stellario Mallory, you truly live up to my expectations. You're the first to arrive, and you've certainly made me quite a fortune,”
remarked the disheveled man.
Stellario fixed his gaze upon the disheveled man, reaching for the small knife at his waist. He allowed a trickle of his own fresh
blood to seep out and be absorbed by the blade.
“Did you orchestrate this grand spectacle?” As Stellario asked that question, he held the palm-sized black knife, and his fresh
blood was swiftly absorbed by it, as though the blade were a sponge.
Following that, he assumed an unusual stance.
Nourished by the fresh blood, the small knife started to grow at a rapid pace. In a matter of moments, the once petite knife had
metamorphosed into a saber nearly as tall as a person.
With the saber held before him, Stellario cast a cold and unyielding gaze upward at Neil, the disheveled man.

“What's your name? I believe I should at least know who is responsible for subjecting me to such a harrowing near-death
experience, shouldn't I?” he asked.
“My name is Neil, the Grand Commander of the entire South Outer City of Yannopolis,” Neil said with a chuckle.
“Once you secure the seal in the center, you will inevitably encounter my true self, and you will also acquire the privilege for
complete transcendence. Allow me to witness the genuine prowess of a legendary outlander. Spare no effort,” Neil declared.
Upon concluding his statement, he turned to address the aboriginal cultivators who stood behind him. “If you desire to attain the
qualifications to become envoys, then eliminate him.”
Following that, his figure faded away.
The aboriginal cultivators, one after another, charged toward Stellario as if they had gone mad.
“Stand aside. A battle of this magnitude is far beyond your capabilities,” Stellario roared, then launched himself into the air with
several jet-black, fur-covered claws bursting forth from his back.
With a swift slash of the saber in his hand, Stellario skillfully severed the weapon of a cultivator who stood before him.
The moment the two came face-to-face, one of the claws on Stellario's back had already pierced through the cultivator's throat.
“Attack!”
Stellario yelled, observing as the wriggling insects on the claw, guided by the path of fresh blood, burrowed their way into the
cultivator's throat.
He then pivoted and began to walk away, once more wielding his saber to deliver a slashing strike to the side.
“Stellario...”
Merilyn, standing behind Stellario, intended to lend a hand but was startled before she could even say a word.
Behind Stellario, the cultivator he had previously killed astonishingly staggered back to his feet.
Even though Merilyn was a God Realm cultivator, she was momentarily taken aback by the eerie sight of someone seemingly
rising from the dead.

However, at this very moment, Stellario appeared oblivious to Merilyn's warning, simply focusing on advancing forward without
so much as a glance backward.
More and more aboriginal cultivators across from them began to take notice of the anomaly occurring behind Stellario.
“Their lives should have already been extinguished! They should be dead!” someone shouted loudly.
Those who recognized the supposedly deceased individuals started to call out their names.
Nevertheless, regardless of how loudly they shouted, those who had risen from the dead appeared utterly unresponsive, akin to
lifeless wood.
And in the midst of this bizarre scene, stood Stellario, who was at this moment gradually turning around, his body soaked in
blood.
He was a cultivator who specialized in parasite utilization. Direct combat had never been his strong suit.
At this critical moment, confronted by an onslaught of dozens of adversaries, Stellario had engaged in only a few skirmishes.
Despite managing to eliminate nearly twenty individuals consecutively by leveraging the deadly claws protruding from his back
and the sharp saber in his grasp, he was already teetering on the brink of exhaustion.
Nevertheless, at this juncture, he remained at the edge of the arena, hardly having shifted an inch.
If Jonathan were present, given his capabilities, he likely would have secured the seal by this point.
For reasons he couldn't quite comprehend, Stellario found himself involuntarily thinking of Jonathan.
Realizing his own musings, Stellario erupted into hearty laughter.
“Now I know how Jonathan was capable of developing a massive force like Asura's Office in such a brief period. Undoubtedly, he
possesses an indescribable personal charm,” Stellario acknowledged as he laughed out loud, and in a swift motion, he flung a
glass bottle with a backhanded throw.
“Merilyn, take the pills and keep your distance.”
Merilyn seized the glass bottle without a moment's hesitation, shattered it, and promptly ingested the yellow pill contained within.

Stellario followed suit, swallowing the yellow pill. Upon doing so, his body started emanating tendrils of unusual spiritual energy.
“Parasitic Slaughter, Control Removal!”
While Stellario executed intricate hand seals, it seemed as though a certain form of constraint surrounding him had been
unlocked.
The lifeless bodies that stood behind him, one after another, astonishingly exhibited a glimmer of vitality in their eyes.
However, anyone who dared to observe these seemingly reanimated corpses up close would discern, within the pupils of these
lifeless eyes, semi-transparent minuscule entities ceaselessly coursing within.