The Legendary Man

Chapter 907 The Weakness Of Chanaea
“Attack! Kill him!” Charleigh barked from afar with his hands behind his back.
This group of werewolf warriors, created by Charleigh, didn't possess a mind of their own. They would obey Charleigh
unconditionally.
Upon receiving his order, the werewolves on the ground turned into afterimages as they charged in Jonathan's direction.
Once the Divine Chessboard was activated, it could not only trap the cultivators within it but also prevent those outside from
entering.
It was similar to when Jonathan battled Aetomoye. Hossom and Prima were unable to enter the chessboard regardless of how
hard they tried.
Nevertheless, no matter how mysterious a magical item was, it was still an inanimate object that relied upon the spiritual energy
of its user.
In other words, the manipulation of the Divine Chessboard's abilities was all down to Jonathan's capacity to sustain it.
The spirit shield formed outside it was naturally dependent on how much spiritual energy he had.
Unfortunately, all those outside were not ordinary men without spiritual energy. Instead, they were all true blue Grandmasters
who had been genetically modified into mindless killing machines.
Having been attacked by hundreds of Grandmaster Realm cultivators, the spirit shield was instantaneously shattered.
Thereafter, hundreds of hysterical figures flooded onto the chessboard as if they had gone berserk.
“Master!”
Ksana's voice rang out in the background. Jonathan leaped into the air and cast a spell with his hand. Subsequently, a portal
formation appeared above the chessboard, throwing all the werewolves out of it.
Within a few short minutes, Jonathan had massacred hundreds of Grandmaster Realm werewolves, a victory that was
unparalleled in its glory.

However, as there were still eight to nine hundred of them, Jonathan's physical ability to fight them fell short of his intent to do so.
Although taking them on was like fighting schoolchildren—where he could easily defeat two to three single-handedly—their
massive numbers were a huge problem. A single punch from each of them or just piling their bodies on top of him was more than
sufficient to kill him.
“Master, I'm coming to your aid!”
Ksana had signed the master and servant contract. She lunged forward and pulled out her broken blade when she saw that
Jonathan was in trouble.
Unexpectedly, Jonathan swiftly grabbed her collar in mid-air and threw her back instead.
“Damn it! No! There are just too many of them. We have to put some distance between us and them first!”
Jonathan released his grip on Ksana to allow her to land. The moment both of them touched the ground, they sprang forward
immediately, turning into afterimages as they sprinted downhill.
From a distance, Charleigh burst into laughter at the sight of Jonathan running away.
“Beta Warriors! Chase Jonathan down and don't let him escape! He must be captured at all costs!”
“Understood!”
Upon grunting in unison, more than ten figures in military uniform leaped into the air.
They were the only Beta Warriors Charleigh had under his command. Due to their independent will, they were significantly
superior to Alpha Warriors when it came to fighting battles and executing their missions.
It was the emergence of Beta Warriors that Remdik pulled its support for Charleigh's research.
From the military point of view, Beta Warriors possessed the qualities of the perfect soldier—calm, powerful, and obedient.
To Remdik, such a soldier had more than satisfied its requirements. It saw no reason to invest further time and resources to
develop a better version.
That was why Charleigh was eager for the soldiers to hunt Jonathan down in a suicidal manner.

Only by getting all of them killed, cutting off Remdik's access to them, could he force them to supply him with more cultivators to
be modified.
With the new batch of cultivators, he would be able to continue his unfinished research by conducting experiments on them.
If he had sent the Beta Warriors to the battlefield or cooked up an excuse to have them killed, he would have likely suffered the
same fate as they did.
Jonathan's appearance today presented him with the perfect opportunity to continue his research.
Asura's Office was, after all, the biggest impediment to Remdik's plan to conquer Doveston.
Given that Jonathan was the chief of Asura's Office, sacrificing Beta Warriors to kill him was entirely reasonable. Even if Ivanov
was present, he would not have any objections.
Under the current circumstance, the Beta Warriors would either be wiped out by Jonathan or Jonathan would end up being killed
by the human wave tactics.
Either conclusion would be a win from Charleigh's perspective.
With the Beta Warriors leading the way, the hundreds of Grandmaster Realm cultivators followed behind them like a giant swarm
of insects.
Meanwhile, Jonathan and Ksana swiftly made their way through the forest.
By then, Ksana had managed to calm down. Despite her bold demeanor, the overwhelming spiritual energy approaching from
behind had caused her to break into a cold sweat.
“Master, how did you end up offending so many cultivators? All of them are of Grandmaster Realm no less. Did you poke a
hornet's nest?”
Jonathan gave Ksana a seething look. From the moment they began to flee, he had already consumed four Spirit Rejuvenating
Pills.
The use of the Divine Chessboard earlier had drained him of a massive amount of spiritual energy.
“Ksana, is that your attempt at showing off your proficiency in Chanaean? Do I look like I'm in the mood for jokes now?”

While speaking, Jonathan retrieved more than ten grenades from his storage ring. After pulling out the safety pins, he hurled
them toward the back.
“Tell me, Ksana, does Sanctuary have this many Grandmaster Realm cultivators too?”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Despite the series of explosions thundering behind them, it barely made a difference.
Even if a single grenade could kill a Grandmaster Realm werewolf, it was nothing but a drop in the ocean, for there were simply
hundreds if not thousands of them in total.
At that moment, Jonathan's only regret was ordering Karl to send all the Remdikian weapons back to Doveston after Antoine's
death.
Otherwise, he could have fired a barrage of missiles at his enemies, putting an end to the pursuit.
Ksana deliberated momentarily before answering, “Master, although Sanctuary has many cultivators, they have no more than
three hundred who are of Grandmaster Realm.”
“Damn it!”
Jonathan gave Ksana a bitter look.
Three hundred might only be a third of what was currently chasing them. It was still a number that wasn't to be trifled with.
The niggling feeling Jonathan felt began to intensify gradually.
Due to Chanaea's strange social structure, all talented cultivators would inadvertently gravitate toward the eight respectable
families or hidden sects.
As for those who didn't, their progress would be indirectly hindered by the eight respectable families' monopoly of cultivation
resources.
Until today, the only cultivators who managed to succeed independently were Jonathan, Karl, and Wilbur.
In Joshua's case, he relied on the resources left behind by the Whitley family.

As a result, the entire nation didn't have more than a hundred Grandmaster Realm cultivators in total.
Compared to the other countries, there was a huge gulf to bridge, one that gave Jonathan a surreal feeling.
Chanaea shouldn't be this weak!