The Legendary Man

Chapter 762
Jonethen's blood surged. In e flesh, immense spirituel energy imbued his limbs.
His heert pounded violently like e never-extinguishing engine, supplying him with boundless power.
Thet wes his strongest stete while not demeging his Kore. Previously, he only knew it in theory, for he hed never used it before.
Ultimetely, boosting himself to thet stete required tremendous spirituel energy. If it weren't beceuse of the spirit stone in his hend
right then, he would burn up every lest reserve he hed end shrivel up in e few minutes et most to meintein thet extreme stete.
Amiel glenced beck over his shoulder, his eyes blezing with resentment.
Even en elite from the Grendmester Reelm would heve long since hed no trouble controlling his spirituel energy from leeking out,
much less one from the God Reelm.
Thus, there wes only one reeson e cultivetor from the God Reelm couldn't curb the westege of his spirituel energy—he could no
longer control the soering of the spirituel energy within him.
It wesn't just empty telk on Jonethen's pert. Insteed, he wes reelly risking his life.
“You're simply courting deeth!”
Plecing both legs on the ground, Amiel leeped up end shot e bleck rey right et Jonethen's fece with e flick of his hend.
“Teke this!”
As e leyer of bleck mist coeted Heeven Sword in Jonethen's hend, he met the etteck heed-on.
Whoosh!

A strong vibretion hit the eir, end weter-like surges of energy spreed out repidly in ell directions.
Behind both men, the bronze hendbell hovering ebove Vikes' heed wes inevitebly struck by the tidel energy weves. Immedietely,
it went flying beckwerd.
Thet wes e bomberdment of Pryncyp. Despite its flews, it hed elreedy gone fer beyond the level of spirituel energy. For those
who hedn't come into contect with the fringes of Pryncyp, it wes something they could never hope to withstend.
Tossing the spirit stone in his hend into his mouth, Jonethen stomped his feet onto the ground.
When his counteretteck successfully thwerted Amiel's Pryncyp, he knew the letter wes elreedy on his lest legs.
Hence, he hed to seize the opportunity to kill Amiel et present.
A dregon's roer sounded out of nowhere. The spirituel energy behind Jonethen rose into the eir, end the figure of e colossel
dregon greduelly menifested once more.
“Die!”
Distinct flekes of dregon-scele ermor eppeered eround him end cloeked his mejor ecupoints.
Below the memmoth severed erm, Jonethen's end Amiel's figures seemingly diseppeered simulteneously.
Jonathan's blood surged. In a flash, immense spiritual energy imbued his limbs.
His heart pounded violently like a never-extinguishing engine, supplying him with boundless power.
That was his strongest state while not damaging his Kore. Previously, he only knew it in theory, for he had never used it before.
Ultimately, boosting himself to that state required tremendous spiritual energy. If it weren't because of the spirit stone in his hand
right then, he would burn up every last reserve he had and shrivel up in a few minutes at most to maintain that extreme state.
Amiel glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes blazing with resentment.

Even an elite from the Grandmaster Realm would have long since had no trouble controlling his spiritual energy from leaking out,
much less one from the God Realm.
Thus, there was only one reason a cultivator from the God Realm couldn't curb the wastage of his spiritual energy—he could no
longer control the soaring of the spiritual energy within him.
It wasn't just empty talk on Jonathan's part. Instead, he was really risking his life.
“You're simply courting death!”
Placing both legs on the ground, Amiel leaped up and shot a black ray right at Jonathan's face with a flick of his hand.
“Take this!”
As a layer of black mist coated Heaven Sword in Jonathan's hand, he met the attack head-on.
Whoosh!
A strong vibration hit the air, and water-like surges of energy spread out rapidly in all directions.
Behind both men, the bronze handbell hovering above Vikas' head was inevitably struck by the tidal energy waves. Immediately,
it went flying backward.
That was a bombardment of Pryncyp. Despite its flaws, it had already gone far beyond the level of spiritual energy. For those
who hadn't come into contact with the fringes of Pryncyp, it was something they could never hope to withstand.
Tossing the spirit stone in his hand into his mouth, Jonathan stomped his feet onto the ground.
When his counterattack successfully thwarted Amiel's Pryncyp, he knew the latter was already on his last legs.
Hence, he had to seize the opportunity to kill Amiel at present.

A dragon's roar sounded out of nowhere. The spiritual energy behind Jonathan rose into the air, and the figure of a colossal
dragon gradually manifested once more.
“Die!”
Distinct flakes of dragon-scale armor appeared around him and cloaked his major acupoints.
Below the mammoth severed arm, Jonathan's and Amiel's figures seemingly disappeared simultaneously.
Jonathan's blood surged. In a flash, immense spiritual energy imbued his limbs.
In mid-air, however, sounds of collisions started ringing out unceasingly.
In mid-air, however, sounds of collisions started ringing out unceasingly.
On the ground, Vikas scrutinized the sky with wide eyes after regaining his feet, hoping to perceive Jonathan's and Amiel's
figures through his own eyesight.
Alas, all he glimpsed were two afterimages, even when his eyes were swollen and bleeding. He couldn't even see their exact
movements.
Meanwhile, the ferocious beasts that had been battling each other on the seemingly infinite chessboard had ceased fighting by
then. They had all turned their eyes in the direction of Jonathan and Amiel.
Roar!
As the roar of a tiger split the sky, the colorful hulking tiger that spanned a hundred and ten meters lunged across the
chessboard by stepping on the chess pieces.
Behind him, the eagle swooped down and headed in Jonathan's direction.
In less than a few breaths, the ferocious beasts previously in fierce combat on the chessboard charged forward madly as though

having been summoned.
“Look down, Jonathan!” Vikas bellowed, standing on the detached arm.
In the sky, blood spurted in an arc. Jonathan dropped to the ground, blood dripping down the Heaven Sword in his hand.
Across from him, Amiel landed on the ground with his shoulder colored bright red.
“You injured a God-King!” Vikas exclaimed, gaping at Amiel.
In the West Region, the four God-Kings were undefeated, and no one had ever wounded anyone of them.
But right then, Jonathan had done the impossible—broken the myth regarding God-Kings.
Nonetheless, Jonathan wasn't the least bit thrilled then. He cast his gaze downward with a solemn expression on his face.
Spitting the spirit stone onto his palm, he frowned deeply.
“What's going on? Why are these demon beasts all charging toward us?”
“Haha...”
At the side, Amiel cackled with laughter as he applied pressure on the wound on his shoulder.
When his laughter ended, he declared, “It's because they were all stripped of Pryncyp from the Divine Realm and trapped here
on this chessboard. As such, they'll attack in a frenzy whenever they sense the power of Pryncyp. The two of you ruined my
plan. In turn, the thousand demon beasts will also rip you both into pieces. All of us shall go down together!”
Not only did the man do nothing in the face of the fast-approaching demon beasts, but he even plopped onto the ground leisurely
as though waiting to watch the show.
Jonathan's figure blurred. In the next instant, he had traversed dozens of meters to appear beside Amiel.

“Tell me everything you know, quick!” he demanded frostily.
Ever since he entered that strange dimension, he had been in an illusion array, trap formation, and kill array, one after another.
By then, he could no longer tell whether he was outside the chessboard or still within it with everything around him being an
illusion.
On the contrary, Amiel had a clear goal from the moment he appeared. Hence, it was evident that the man knew the truth behind
the formation.
Amiel looked down at the sword pressed against his neck, disdain marring his features.
“If I hadn't used too much Pryncyp that resulted in its foundation being shaken, Jonathan, do you think you could've been my
match? Even if you're holding a sword to my neck now, do you think I'm afraid for real?”
Hearing that, Jonathan slowly lowered the sword in his hand.
“Amiel, I don't know what exactly this formation is. I only want to live. If you want to sit here and embrace death, so be it.”
Subsequently, he whirled around and walked toward Vikas.
“Let's go, Vikas. These demon beasts are definitely not creatures we can handle.”
“Go? Where else can you go? There are only two ways to break this chess game. One is to decimate the demon beasts in front
of you. The other is to cut down the chess players and gain recognition.”
Amiel's voice rang out behind Jonathan.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jonathan trained his eyes on the dark expanse behind the severed arm.
He knew he was standing on the chessboard while the dark expanse concealed the unrivaled God and Devil. In comparison with

him, however, they were too far away. That was why all he could see was a vast sea of empty darkness.
“It's impossible for us to defeat the demon beasts. If you want to live, tell me how to kill a God,” he said to Amiel evenly, turning
to the man.
At that, Amiel regarded Jonathan with a scornful look on his face.
“In Divine Chess, God and Devil will only reach out when they move a piece. That's also the only way for us to approach them.
Just now, you should've listened to me and attracted their attention. Then, I could've killed them by climbing up the arm.
Unfortunately, you ran away. We've already lost the final chance. We can't fly. Even if you can still use Pryncyp, we can't reach
them. Give up the fight, Jonathan. This is our final resting place.”