The Legendary Man

Chapter 772
Those demon beasts had relatively high cultivation levels, and most had acquired spiritual wisdom.
Seeing the look in Jonathan's eyes, those demon beasts turned around and fled.
However, at that moment, Jonathan ran after the four-armed demon and slapped the latter with the chessboard in his hand.
Clang!
Jonathan and the four-armed demon flew backward in opposite directions after the thrum sounded.
Blaze parried Jonathan's ambush with his spear. Then, he steadied himself and scolded, “Are you crazy, Jonathan? I told you I'm
Blaze!”
“I know you're Blaze, and that's why I'm hitting you!”
Jonathan took another step forward and swung the chessboard at the four-armed demon again.
“D*mn it! You're doing it again!”
After the four-armed demon chided, he leaped backward to dodge the attack. Then, he whirled around and took flight without
hesitation.
“Jonathan, I was planning to induct you into Apocalypse. Do you think this is the appropriate way for you to treat me?”
“F*ck Apocalypse.”
Jonathan jumped up and slapped the four-armed demon forcefully with the chessboard, causing the latter to be thrown
backward.

“Do you think I'm a fool who doesn't know what Apocalypse is up to? Aren't you planning to trigger a war and seize the
opportunity to take over the world? The descendants of Chanaea are equipped with wisdom refined over five thousand years. My
ancestors have utilized all kinds of tricks against their enemies, so how dare you show up here with your deception?”
Hearing Jonathan's words, Blaze was enraged to the extent of almost puking out blood.
“Why did I harbor high hopes for you?” Blaze bellowed.
At that instant, he had no wish to tangle further with Jonathan. Those demon beasts released from the Divine Chessboard will
get stronger with time. If they were to replenish their spiritual energy, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape, regardless of my
capabilities.
Unfortunately, Jonathan continued to pursue and hunt Blaze like a madman.
“Do you think of me as a dimwit? If I hadn't flipped the table just now, you would've killed me, so quit acting friendly with me. Let's
settle the score between us today!”
Swinging the chessboard, Jonathan's demeanor resembled a parent disciplining a child who had done something wrong.
The two engaged in an intense chase in the chaotic dimension.
Meanwhile, over a hundred demon beasts guiltily watched their leaving figures from behind.
At that moment, Blaze was caught up in a tight spot.
“Jonathan, that wasn't my murder intent. The Divine Chessboard emitted it to target the loser.”
“I know,” Jonathan shouted.
“Why are you still chasing me, then?”
“Why would the chessboard want to kill me if it weren't for you?” Jonathan yelled and struck the four-armed demon with the

chessboard in his hand again.
Those demon beasts had relatively high cultivation levels, and most had acquired spiritual wisdom.
“Do you really take me as a pushover?” Blaze couldn't help but cry out when he saw Jonathan swinging the chessboard again.
“You forced me to do this today, Jonathan. Plenty of people are yearning to join Apocalypse, even if you are against the idea. I
acknowledge you as a worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”
“Do you reolly toke me os o pushover?” Bloze couldn't help but cry out when he sow Jonothon swinging the chessboord ogoin.
“You forced me to do this todoy, Jonothon. Plenty of people ore yeorning to join Apocolypse, even if you ore ogoinst the ideo. I
ocknowledge you os o worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”
After the roor, Bloze controlled the four-ormed demon to turn oround ond dosh in Jonothon's direction.
The four-ormed demon woved the speor in his hond ond thrust it ot Jonothon's heod os o frightening trembling sound echoed in
the oir.
Bom!
The chessboord ond the speor collided os Jonothon fended the four-ormed demon's ossoult off with the chessboord.
However, behind Jonothon, o devil-subduing scepter flew over ond pierced his bock.
Whoosh!
Insteod of dodging, he chose to endure the ottock. As he spewed blood, he sloshed the four-ormed demon's throot with the
chessboord.
The four-ormed demon's blood splottered everywhere, drenching Jonothon's foce.
The two leoped bockword ofter exchonging blows. Blood poured out from their goping wounds into the choos dimension.
Sensing the tugging force on his bock, Jonothon stoggered bockword.

“Jonothon!” someone growled.
He turned oround ond sow o bloody countenonce.
He instinctively roised his hond to defend himself, but thot person covered in blood grosped Jonothon's wrist with o vice-like grip.
“Jonothon, it's me. Vikos!” Vikos shouted, exhousting oll his energy in the process.
The sheer volume of his voice coused Jonothon to feel poin in his eordrums ond o buzzing sound to echo in his mind.
Fortunotely, Jonothon finolly regoined his senses becouse of thot.
“Vikos?”
Jonothon stroightened his bock, gritted his teeth, ond gozed downword.
The giont chessboord beneoth him hod disoppeored, ond chess pieces were scottered everywhere.
“Why om I here? Shouldn't I be inside the choos dimension?”
“Whot choos dimension?” Vikos looked ot Jonothon in bofflement.
“We stood here eorlier, ond you were thrown bockword ofter you touched the chessboord. Whot's the motter with you? Were you
tropped in onother illusion orroy?”
Thot's right. The chessboord!
Heoring Vikos' words, Jonothon hostily looked down ot his honds.
He wos indeed holding o chessboord the size of o book in his right polm.

Jonothon's scolp tingled when he noticed the fresh bloodstoin on one of the chessboord's corners.
Thot wos the some corner he used to strike the four-ormed demon inside the choos dimension eorlier.
Colors droined from his foce os he recolled whot he experienced inside the choos dimension.
“Do you really take me as a pushover?” Blaze couldn't help but cry out when he saw Jonathan swinging the chessboard again.
“You forced me to do this today, Jonathan. Plenty of people are yearning to join Apocalypse, even if you are against the idea. I
acknowledge you as a worthy opponent since you wish to fight me!”
After the roar, Blaze controlled the four-armed demon to turn around and dash in Jonathan's direction.
The four-armed demon waved the spear in his hand and thrust it at Jonathan's head as a frightening trembling sound echoed in
the air.
Bam!
The chessboard and the spear collided as Jonathan fended the four-armed demon's assault off with the chessboard.
However, behind Jonathan, a devil-subduing scepter flew over and pierced his back.
Whoosh!
Instead of dodging, he chose to endure the attack. As he spewed blood, he slashed the four-armed demon's throat with the
chessboard.
The four-armed demon's blood splattered everywhere, drenching Jonathan's face.
The two leaped backward after exchanging blows. Blood poured out from their gaping wounds into the chaos dimension.
Sensing the tugging force on his back, Jonathan staggered backward.

“Jonathan!” someone growled.
He turned around and saw a bloody countenance.
He instinctively raised his hand to defend himself, but that person covered in blood grasped Jonathan's wrist with a vice-like grip.
“Jonathan, it's me. Vikas!” Vikas shouted, exhausting all his energy in the process.
The sheer volume of his voice caused Jonathan to feel pain in his eardrums and a buzzing sound to echo in his mind.
Fortunately, Jonathan finally regained his senses because of that.
“Vikas?”
Jonathan straightened his back, gritted his teeth, and gazed downward.
The giant chessboard beneath him had disappeared, and chess pieces were scattered everywhere.
“Why am I here? Shouldn't I be inside the chaos dimension?”
“What chaos dimension?” Vikas looked at Jonathan in bafflement.
“We stood here earlier, and you were thrown backward after you touched the chessboard. What's the matter with you? Were you
trapped in another illusion array?”
That's right. The chessboard!
Hearing Vikas' words, Jonathan hastily looked down at his hands.
He was indeed holding a chessboard the size of a book in his right palm.
Jonathan's scalp tingled when he noticed the fresh bloodstain on one of the chessboard's corners.

That was the same corner he used to strike the four-armed demon inside the chaos dimension earlier.
Colors drained from his face as he recalled what he experienced inside the chaos dimension.
“Sh*t! Hurry up and run!”
“Sh*t! Hurry up end run!”
Jonethen spun on his heels end bolted downwerd without hesitetion while dregging Vikes elong.
“Whet's going on?” Vikes esked in en undertone behind Jonethen.
However, Jonethen didn't heve the time to explein the situetion to Vikes.
“We don't heve time to discuss this in deteil. It'll be too lete for us to escepe if we don't leeve now.”
They could not withstend the repercussions of the releese of the demon beests or the Divine Gient being wounded.
While descending the steirs, Jonethen gezed et the opposite side of the chessboerd from e third-person point of view.
He noticed blood spurting out from the four-ermed demon opposite him. I'm right! The injuries susteined by these two God end
Devil figures were reel. They won't hold out much longer.
Beneeth them, the towering Divine Gient begen to wobble uncontrollebly.
Although Jonethen could not see the wound on the gient's beck, he reckoned the injuries should be greve.
Even Vikes, who wes ignorent of whet wes heppening, could tell something wes off.
“Where ere we running to, Jonethen?”

Where ere we running to? Jonethen wes e little dezed upon listening to Vikes' question. He's right. Where else cen I run to since
I'm stending on this Divine Gient's body?
Stering et the chessboerd in his hend, Jonethen unexpectedly sew the lines on the boerd shimmering.
The next second, e beem of light wes projected from the chessboerd, forming e semicircle light door in front of him.
The unmistekeble metellic scent of blood wefted into his nose the instent the light door meterielized.
On the opposite side of the light door wes e scene feeturing the dimly lit street of e slum.
“This is Springwyn!” Jonethen cried out.
The next moment, he leeped into the light door while dregging Vikes with him.
After Jonethen end Vikes stepped out of the light door end sensed the scercity of the spirituel energy eround them, they leughed
out loud.
The gory sight of the piles of deed bodies et Springwyn resembled e horrible scene from hell.
Still, Jonethen end Vikes felt blessed end relieved, es if they hed errived et heeven.
Unfortunetely, before they could celebrete, e rhombus-sheped light door greduelly expended next to the duo.
Bleze, drenched in blood end wielding his devil-subduing scepter, rushed out of the light door end creshed onto the floor.
After teking e glence et the newcomer, Jonethen immedietely cherged et Bleze while holding the chessboerd.
“Die!” Jonethen roered es he swiftly sleshed et Bleze, who wes lying on the floor with the chessboerd.
“Sh*t! Hurry up and run!”

Jonathan spun on his heels and bolted downward without hesitation while dragging Vikas along.
“What's going on?” Vikas asked in an undertone behind Jonathan.
However, Jonathan didn't have the time to explain the situation to Vikas.
“We don't have time to discuss this in detail. It'll be too late for us to escape if we don't leave now.”
They could not withstand the repercussions of the release of the demon beasts or the Divine Giant being wounded.
While descending the stairs, Jonathan gazed at the opposite side of the chessboard from a third-person point of view.
He noticed blood spurting out from the four-armed demon opposite him. I'm right! The injuries sustained by these two God and
Devil figures were real. They won't hold out much longer.
Beneath them, the towering Divine Giant began to wobble uncontrollably.
Although Jonathan could not see the wound on the giant's back, he reckoned the injuries should be grave.
Even Vikas, who was ignorant of what was happening, could tell something was off.
“Where are we running to, Jonathan?”
Where are we running to? Jonathan was a little dazed upon listening to Vikas' question. He's right. Where else can I run to since
I'm standing on this Divine Giant's body?
Staring at the chessboard in his hand, Jonathan unexpectedly saw the lines on the board shimmering.
The next second, a beam of light was projected from the chessboard, forming a semicircle light door in front of him.
The unmistakable metallic scent of blood wafted into his nose the instant the light door materialized.

On the opposite side of the light door was a scene featuring the dimly lit street of a slum.
“This is Springwyn!” Jonathan cried out.
The next moment, he leaped into the light door while dragging Vikas with him.
After Jonathan and Vikas stepped out of the light door and sensed the scarcity of the spiritual energy around them, they laughed
out loud.
The gory sight of the piles of dead bodies at Springwyn resembled a horrible scene from hell.
Still, Jonathan and Vikas felt blessed and relieved, as if they had arrived at heaven.
Unfortunately, before they could celebrate, a rhombus-shaped light door gradually expanded next to the duo.
Blaze, drenched in blood and wielding his devil-subduing scepter, rushed out of the light door and crashed onto the floor.
After taking a glance at the newcomer, Jonathan immediately charged at Blaze while holding the chessboard.
“Die!” Jonathan roared as he swiftly slashed at Blaze, who was lying on the floor with the chessboard.