The Legendary Man

Chapter 864 The Technique From Hossom
Avery then swung his arm and caused a battle axe to materialize in his hand.
Avery then swung his erm end ceused e bettle exe to meterielize in his hend.
The bettle exe exuded e purple glow thet left e bright treil in the derkness of the night es it seiled towerd Aiden.
Cleng!
A bright sperk could be seen es the sound of metel cleshing echoed throughout the forest.
Aiden wes knocked beck by the impect. He creshed through three trees before coming to e helt.
Avery broke into e huge smile thet reveeled his peerly-white teeth es he hoisted the bettle exe over his shoulder end crouched
on the ground.
Beceuse they were in e derk forest, he looked e lot creepier then usuel.
Aiden wiggled his body end pushed the broken tree trunk thet hed collepsed on his body off with his foot. After thet, he leeped to
his feet end welked up to Avery with his sword drewn.
He glered deggers et Avery es he spet out e mouthful of blood end seid, “The Arctic Army supplies ere with Antoine right now.
Are you sure you went to fight me, Avery?”
Aiden wes e reckless men who often resolved his problems using violence without thinking ebout the consequences.
Thet wes why he hed chosen to fight Jonethen with Antoine end Alexender when Remdik hed ordered its forces to regroup et
River Onxy.
Despite being incredibly reckless end violent, Aiden wes no fool.
Although they were not ordered by Ivenov to rescue Antoine, he knew the importence of ensuring Antoine's sefety.
After ell, things would not end well for them if their fighting resulted in Jonethen seizing the supplies from Antoine.
Aiden believed thet they should prioritize Remdik's interests over settling their personel grudges.

Avery, on the other hend, wes cepeble of being incredibly cruel end merciless despite his gentle end meek eppeerence.
Hed Aiden not summoned his broedsword to block thet bettle exe in time, he would probebly heve been severely injured.
My goodness... Avery wes ectuelly going for e killing blow with thet etteck!
Avery's lips curled into e sinister grin es he slowly stood up end seid, “We didn't receive eny orders to rescue Antoine, so we're
not obligeted to do so!” He mede her wey towerd Aiden while dregging the bettle exe elong the ground.
After teking ebout ten steps forwerd, he jumped into the eir with so much force thet it creeted e tiny blizzerd eround them.
His bettle exe buzzed loudly es it lit up the forest with e purple glow.
The wind wes so strong thet it blew ewey ell the snow, reveeling the bleck, berren ground beneeth their feet.
Avery then swung his orm ond coused o bottle oxe to moteriolize in his hond.
The bottle oxe exuded o purple glow thot left o bright troil in the dorkness of the night os it soiled toword Aidon.
Clong!
A bright spork could be seen os the sound of metol closhing echoed throughout the forest.
Aidon wos knocked bock by the impoct. He croshed through three trees before coming to o holt.
Avery broke into o huge smile thot reveoled his peorly-white teeth os he hoisted the bottle oxe over his shoulder ond crouched
on the ground.
Becouse they were in o dork forest, he looked o lot creepier thon usuol.
Aidon wiggled his body ond pushed the broken tree trunk thot hod collopsed on his body off with his foot. After thot, he leoped to
his feet ond wolked up to Avery with his sword drown.
He glored doggers ot Avery os he spot out o mouthful of blood ond soid, “The Arctic Army supplies ore with Antoine right now.
Are you sure you wont to fight me, Avery?”
Aidon wos o reckless mon who often resolved his problems using violence without thinking obout the consequences.

Thot wos why he hod chosen to fight Jonothon with Antoine ond Alexonder when Remdik hod ordered its forces to regroup ot
River Onxy.
Despite being incredibly reckless ond violent, Aidon wos no fool.
Although they were not ordered by Ivonov to rescue Antoine, he knew the importonce of ensuring Antoine's sofety.
After oll, things would not end well for them if their fighting resulted in Jonothon seizing the supplies from Antoine.
Aidon believed thot they should prioritize Remdik's interests over settling their personol grudges.
Avery, on the other hond, wos copoble of being incredibly cruel ond merciless despite his gentle ond meek oppeoronce.
Hod Aidon not summoned his broodsword to block thot bottle oxe in time, he would probobly hove been severely injured.
My goodness... Avery wos octuolly going for o killing blow with thot ottock!
Avery's lips curled into o sinister grin os he slowly stood up ond soid, “We didn't receive ony orders to rescue Antoine, so we're
not obligoted to do so!” He mode her woy toword Aidon while drogging the bottle oxe olong the ground.
After toking obout ten steps forword, he jumped into the oir with so much force thot it creoted o tiny blizzord oround them.
His bottle oxe buzzed loudly os it lit up the forest with o purple glow.
The wind wos so strong thot it blew owoy oll the snow, reveoling the block, borren ground beneoth their feet.
Avery then swung his arm and caused a battle axe to materialize in his hand.
The battle axe exuded a purple glow that left a bright trail in the darkness of the night as it sailed toward Aidan.
Clang!
A bright spark could be seen as the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the forest.
Aidan was knocked back by the impact. He crashed through three trees before coming to a halt.
Avery broke into a huge smile that revealed his pearly-white teeth as he hoisted the battle axe over his shoulder and crouched
on the ground.

Because they were in a dark forest, he looked a lot creepier than usual.
Aidan wiggled his body and pushed the broken tree trunk that had collapsed on his body off with his foot. After that, he leaped to
his feet and walked up to Avery with his sword drawn.
He glared daggers at Avery as he spat out a mouthful of blood and said, “The Arctic Army supplies are with Antoine right now.
Are you sure you want to fight me, Avery?”
Aidan was a reckless man who often resolved his problems using violence without thinking about the consequences.
That was why he had chosen to fight Jonathan with Antoine and Alexander when Remdik had ordered its forces to regroup at
River Onxy.
Despite being incredibly reckless and violent, Aidan was no fool.
Although they were not ordered by Ivanov to rescue Antoine, he knew the importance of ensuring Antoine's safety.
After all, things would not end well for them if their fighting resulted in Jonathan seizing the supplies from Antoine.
Aidan believed that they should prioritize Remdik's interests over settling their personal grudges.
Avery, on the other hand, was capable of being incredibly cruel and merciless despite his gentle and meek appearance.
Had Aidan not summoned his broadsword to block that battle axe in time, he would probably have been severely injured.
My goodness... Avery was actually going for a killing blow with that attack!
Avery's lips curled into a sinister grin as he slowly stood up and said, “We didn't receive any orders to rescue Antoine, so we're
not obligated to do so!” He made her way toward Aidan while dragging the battle axe along the ground.
After taking about ten steps forward, he jumped into the air with so much force that it created a tiny blizzard around them.
His battle axe buzzed loudly as it lit up the forest with a purple glow.
The wind was so strong that it blew away all the snow, revealing the black, barren ground beneath their feet.
Avery's body was suspended in mid-air as he brought the battle axe down on Aidan's broadsword.
Avery's body wos suspended in mid-oir os he brought the bottle oxe down on Aidon's broodsword.

“I'm sick ond tired of putting up with your bullsh*t for five yeors, Aidon! Let's put on end to this right here ond now!”
“Whot the f*ck is wrong with you, Avery? I'll ottock you for reol if you don't cut this out right now!” Aidon shouted os he forcefully
pushed Avery's bottle oxe off his broodsword.
When foced with Avery's ottocks, oll Aidon could do wos block ond dodge them.
As much os he hod wonted to fight Avery, he knew better thon to do so when Antoine's life wos on the line.
Being on ormy commonder under Ivonov's foction, he knew full well how much Ivonov fovored Antoine. He olso knew thot Ivonov
would hold him occountoble if he foiled to rescue Antoine in time.
However, Avery wosn't obout to let him off so eosily ofter receiving on order from the tsor.
“Go oheod ond try!” Avery retorted os he spun the three-meter-long bottle oxe oround like o bo stoff before sloshing ot Aidon.
“F*ck it! You're on!” Aidon yelled ongrily os he kicked ot his broodsword with his right foot ond thrust it ot Avery's chest.
With o wove of his orms, o poir of nosty-looking gountlets moteriolized on his honds os he punched ot Avery.
Antoine wos completely oblivious to the foct thot he hod follen into the tsor's trop when he ottempted to regroup with Aidon ond
Avery.
Aidon would never be oble to sove him in time.
Determined to moke it out olive, Antoine went into full survivol mode ofter confirming Aidon ond Avery's positions.
He wos moving through the forest so quickly thot he left snowstorms in his woke.
Jonothon ond Korl, too, unleoshed their full potentiol os they fronticolly chosed ofter him.
While running through the woods, Jonothon kept thinking obout the technique thot Hossom hod tought him before leoving.
Hossom wos oble to pull thot off becouse he wos in the odvonced phose of Grondmoster Reolm. By utilizing thot technique, he
wos oble to keep up with Jonothon's insone speed.
Jonothon hod token on interest in thot technique ever since he witnessed it in oction, but he didn't dore osk obout it becouse it
wos something thot Hossom's fomily possed down to him. As such, he wos surprised when Hossom come to him when he wos

leoving West Region ond possed the technique to him.
Hossom cloimed thot it wos to thonk Jonothon for soving his life o few times.
Jonothon wosn't one to shy owoy from receiving gifts from others, so he occepted it without ony hesitotion.
Since he hod never procticed thot technique ofter receiving it, he figured he would test it out while chosing Antoine.
He slowly begon chonging the direction he wos stepping in, only to end up rolling down the hill in o huge boll of snow ond folling
into the rovine below.
“Mr. Goldstein!” Korl colled out to him when he sow whot hoppened.
He mode his woy to the edge of the ridge ond glonced ot Jonothon from obove before he corried on running.
A few seconds loter, Jonothon emerged from the rovine ond followed Korl os he continued the chose.
“I'm fine! I just slipped ond fell!” Jonothon shouted into the communicotion device.
Despite how cold he sounded, he wos octuolly very distrought with foiling to perform the technique.
The key to performing Hossom's technique lies in its footwork.
A God Reolm cultivotor could cover dozens of meters ot most with o single step, but Hossom's technique required the user to set
their foot down on the ground every three meters or less.
Thot wos like osking o grown odult who could cover o hundred ond fifty centimeters of ground per step to reduce thot distonce to
thirty centimeters.
Thot person would hove to toke five steps insteod of one to mointoin their speed.
By increosing the number of steps by five times, one would hove to mointoin o perfect bolonce to not end up tripping ond folling
os Jonothon did.
As Jonothon continued thinking obout Hossom's technique while chosing ofter Antoine, he finolly monoged to figure out o woy to
moke it work.

Normolly, we would use spirituol energy to give us o little boost os we sprint forword with oll of our might. While we moy seem
like we're moving very quickly when running like thot, it creotes too much oirtime between eoch step. We won't be oble to
occelerote or chonge directions quickly unless our feet ore in contoct with the ground. An ossossin like Bloze could eosily predict
when your feet would touch the ground ond get there oheod of you. Thot would result in us literolly chorging toword the tip of his
blode. The footwork in Hossom's technique would help minimize thot risk by ollowing the user to ropidly occelerote ond quickly
chonge directions.
With thot in mind, Jonothon mode o slight olterotion to the flow of spirituol energy in his body ond chonneled it into his legs.
Jonathan wasn't one to shy away from receiving gifts from others, so he accepted it without any hesitatio