The Legendary Man

Chapter 852 The Death Of Karl
In the commander's tent, Hayes was pinned to the ground by the terrifying burst of spiritual energy. No matter how hard he tried,
he could not budge an inch.
Jonathan stalked over to the man before lifting his leg and stepping on the latter's back.
“In the battle at Northern Crimson Prison, almost a hundred thousand people died directly and undirectedly, Hayes. Do you know
what that means? It means that a hundred thousand families' hope and future were ruined by Karl alone.”
As he exerted force on his leg, Hayes spurted a mouthful of blood.
He continued, “At that time, Hayes, you were serving your sentence at Northern Crimson Prison. The battle left the entire place
with dead bodies littered everywhere. It was a literal massacre. Yet, you now want to use yourself to save Karl? What gives?
Why should the hundred thousand soldiers and prisoners die because of him? Are you trying to be a hero here because you
think you're important enough, so much so that I don't dare kill you for the sake of the bigger picture?”
“No, that's not it...”
It was beyond difficult for Hayes to speak at that moment, and his face had already turned purplish.
Jonathan's leg appeared to be as heavy as lead, and it had only grown increasingly heavier since it rested on his back.
Right then, he could only breathe out, unable to take any oxygen in. Verily, he was on the verge of suffocating.
Both his hands clawed at the ground hard.
With his cheek plastered against the ground, he gritted out, “Asura's Office is currently in a precarious state, Mr. Goldstein. While
Karl deserves to die, you really can't kill him.”
“I've said that I'd kill anyone who protects Karl!”
Jonathan lifted his right leg before bringing it down forcefully, aiming right for Hayes' head.
“Mr. Goldstein!”

Following that low cry, a spirit shield made of spiritual energy formed above Hayes' head, blocking off Jonathan's right leg from
landing on it.
At the tent entrance, Karl stepped in with a sled in his arms, dressed in the corresponding attire.
“I merely went sledding with my son, Mr. Goldstein. There's no need for you to kill Tiger.”
While saying that, he causally placed the sled by the entrance and walked over to Hayes, supporting the injured man up.
“Are you kidding me, Karl?”
Hayes looked at Karl with a sigh.
“It's no big deal that Mr. Goldstein wants me dead. I'm merely an insignificant cultivator of Superior Realm. But if you die, Mr.
Goldstein would be the only elite of God Realm in the whole of Asura's Office.”
“That's not necessarily true.”
Subsequently, Karl turned to Jonathan with a smile.
“I've never dueled with you for real before, Mr. Goldstein. No one knows which of us will win in a true fight. Who knows, you
might not be able to kill me!”
As he said that, he gathered some spiritual energy in his hand and used it to gently push Hayes aside.
He continued, “Since I'm not the Prince of Diyouli anymore, Mr. Goldstein, I'm also no longer a member of Asura's Office. I'm
truly curious about your combat capabilities as Asura. Pardon me!”
The corners of his mouth turned up a fraction, and he rammed the saber in his hand at Jonathan's throat.
“Karl!” Hayes roared.
He wanted to stop the man, but Jonathan's spiritual energy promptly pervaded the entire tent.
“Buzz off!”
With a wave of a hand from Jonathan, a ball of pure spiritual energy enveloped Hayes and sent him flying into the distance.

The commander's tent turned into a veritable battlefield. Golden light kept flickering around Jonathan while Karl, who attacked
incessantly, turned into an afterimage.
Surprisingly, Karl's speed was comparable to Jonathan's.
Around them, searchlights lit up one after another, illuminating the commander's tent so brightly that it resembled daylight.
The soldiers who were oblivious to the situation swiftly gathered. In less than a minute, thousands of them had already
surrounded the tent completely.
All their weapons were aimed right at the golden light in the middle. With a command from Hayes right then, Jonathan and Karl
would be inundated by heavy firepower in the next second.
However, the identities of the two men fighting in the middle were simply too sensitive.
“Listen up! Lower your muzzles and unload your weapons. Everyone is to retreat three hundred meters, effective now!” Hayes
thundered after gathering enough spiritual energy, standing atop an SUV.
At that, the soldiers present looked at each other. Although the handover of power to Hayes had just concluded, they knew that
he was Eastern Army's new Prince of Diyouli after spending a month with him.
Thus, all soldiers of Eastern Army whirled around and sprinted backward without hesitation upon receiving that order, giving way
to the battle in the middle.
When Karl saw that he could not break the protective shield around Jonathan, he again swung the saber in his hand. Flipping
over, he landed on an open space at the side.
Sweat trickled down his chin to drip onto the ground, dyeing the snow pink.
He slashed an arc in the air with the saber in hand.
“I'm already drawing from my vitality, Mr. Goldstein. You can't just tire me out like this until I die, can you? People say that there's
always someone better. Putting aside your ability to lead an army into battle, I don't think you're better if we only speak of
cultivation. I know I'll likely die today, and I indeed deserve it because of the incident at Northern Crimson Prison. All I ask is this,
Mr. Goldstein—I hope you'll fight me for real with your true capabilities. Even if it means dying at your hands, I want to know the
exact gap between me and a true elite of God Realm.”

His body gave off wisps of white steam as though he had just been drenched in hot water.
As soon as Jonathan put the uncanny bronze handbell away, he could distinctly sense that vitality was surging within the man in
front of him, and Karl was then no different from a sun.
Karl was draining his Kore, and that was his strongest state.
Sensing strange fluctuations from his elixir field, Jonathan whipped out Heaven Sword from his storage ring.
“You're not allowed to take this person's life force. Otherwise, I'll have you know what regret means,” he murmured, his tone mild.
The mysterious coffin in his elixir field was merely stunned for a moment when it perceived his meaning before it went entirely
silent.
Fixing his eyes on Karl, Jonathan slowly walked toward him.
“Karl, we were buddies once, so I'll use my strongest move to battle you. After this strike, I'll write off the incident at Northern
Crimson Prison, regardless of whether you survive or otherwise.”
“Sure.”
Karl retreated half a step and raised the saber in his hand, bringing it to his front. The vitality within him surged, and his entire
aura was boosted to its peak condition once more in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, a surge of peculiar energy radiated off Jonathan's hands.
It was not spiritual energy but carried a petrifying sense of devastation.
“This is the Pryncyp of Slaughter I grasped. Once you're injured by it, the murderous intent within it will destroy your energy and
consciousness fields, wiping out all your vitality in an instant. This is also my strongest move. Brace yourself!”
Jonathan pointed his sword at Karl. In the next heartbeat, they had already streaked past each other.
Thereafter, Jonathan slowly put his sword away. Behind him, half of Karl's body had suffered a blow from his Heaven Sword.
With that, Karl, the Prince of Diyouli died.