The Legendary Man

Chapter 926 Slim Odds Of Victory
Little did Jonathan know that the cultivator standing before him now in the freezing cold winds of Remdik—an advanced phase
God Realm cultivator—was only fighting him because he planned on not doing anything for the rest of his life.
“Are you also from Sanctuary?” Jonathan asked curiously, looking at Oscar.
Currently, he couldn't rely on the Pryncyp of Slaughter, yet if he relied on spiritual energy to fight, he would only be wasting time
and increasing the chances of his defeat.
After all, he was within Remdik's territory, and if the enemy's aerial support arrived just a little bit faster, he might be crushed alive
just by the sheer number of enemies.
Therefore, he needed to time things just right. He needed to find a moment where he could restore his Pryncyp of Strength yet
not be trapped by the Remdikians.
To restore the Pryncyp of Strength, there were only two ways.
The first was to wait for time to pass and let the surrounding Pryncyp of Strength gradually fill this space.
The second was to be far enough away from the area.
Although a large range of Pryncyp of Slaughter would definitely be drawn away when the Pryncyp was bestowed earlier, it would
only be up to about one hundred kilometers in radius.
If he was given ten minutes, he could definitely gather the Pryncyp again.
Even now, because they were far enough away from where the Pryncyp was bestowed earlier, Jonathan could feel the
surrounding Pryncyp of Slaughter.
He had tried to gather it before, but there was just too little, so he couldn't successfully form an attack with it.
Therefore, what he was doing now was stalling for time!
When Oscar heard Jonathan's question, he didn't think much of it, just yawned and looked at Jonathan.

“Sanctuary? I didn't expect you to know so much. That's Remdik's top-level confidential information,” Oscar replied with a smile
and in fluent Chanaean.
“I didn't expect your Chanaean to be so fluent,” Jonathan remarked curiously while holding Heaven Sword.
Oscar waved his hand. “It's just average. My father is Chanaean, and he taught me the language since I was young.”
While speaking, Oscar reached out and took the floating dagger in front of him.
“This is the dagger I use to slice sausages. Now that I've pierced your foot with it, I won't be able to use it anymore. It's a bit of a
pity.”
Pausing briefly, he continued, “Let's not beat around the bush. My mission is to kill you and take back Charleigh. Where did you
hide him?”
“I won't give him to you.” Upon hearing Oscar's words, Jonathan shook his head with a smile. “How about we make a deal? I can
see that you don't seem like a cultivator trained by the Remdik military but rather someone they hired, right? Asura's Office will
double whatever Remdik offers you. Come over to my side. How about that?”
“You can't give me what I want.” Oscar laughed lightly. “The entire situation in Aploth and Epea is like a tightly stretched rope,
and no one knows when the last strand will suddenly break. Chanaea is in the center of the storm, and joining you at this time is
equivalent to seeking death. As for the conditions Remdik has offered me, it's simple. I just want to live the rest of my life
peacefully. Even if I live a hedonistic and unrestrained lifestyle, as long as I don't break any laws, no one will come looking for
trouble.”
A peaceful life, huh?
Jonathan observed the young man in front of him.
Oscar was not even thirty years old, just like him. With a cultivation level at the advanced phase of God Realm, he was at the
peak of his life with a life force that was as hot and explosive as the sun. Yet, all he wished for was to retire and completely fade
away into obscurity.
Such a desire should not appear in a God Realm cultivator, as someone with an irresolute Cor couldn't possibly reach God
Realm.
Besides, after becoming a God Realm cultivator, he's already at a higher level in the entire societal food chain.

At this point, such a cultivator should hope to climb even higher to seek true transcendence, so how could he choose to retire
completely?
Could there be some hidden reason behind this?
Jonathan frowned and looked at Oscar. “Although I don't know what kind of agreement you've reached with the Remdik military, I
can tell you honestly that as long as you continue to work for Remdik, you will never truly be at peace.”
After careful consideration, Jonathan took a deep breath.
He added, “No, it's not that Remdik doesn't want you to be at peace, but the environment does not allow for it. In this world, if
you're a Grandmaster Realm cultivator and you only rule over a small area, perhaps no one will care about you. But you're a
God Realm cultivator. You can't escape this vortex.”
Upon hearing this, Oscar slightly furrowed his brows and hesitated for a moment as he looked at the dagger in his hand.
“Even if I can't escape, Remdik is much safer than Chanaea, isn't it?”
Whoosh...
With a soft sound, the dagger appeared in front of Jonathan without any warning.
Heaven Sword rose up and easily blocked the short dagger.
Stepping back, Oscar thrust his long staff forward, the tip just barely brushing against Jonathan's chest.
With a slight flick of his hand, the long staff elongated before slamming directly into Jonathan's chest.
Golden light radiated out as Jonathan was thrown backward, the bronze handbell protecting him once more.
“Dang it! I knew it! I should never trust the length of any stick!”
Jonathan shot an exasperated glance at the long staff in Oscar's hand that had grown a dozen or so meters longer.
Oscar activated the spell on the staff to return it to its usual size.
“Jonathan, I only want Charleigh. Let's make a deal. You hand over Charleigh, and I'll let you go.”

“No way!”
In a flash, Jonathan threw out a flexible rope that swung in the air and flew toward Oscar.
Since Oscar's staff could change in length, Jonathan decided to use another method to deal with his opponent.
Following behind the rope, Jonathan wielded his Heaven Sword and engaged in a fierce battle with Oscar.
As the two advanced phase God Realm cultivators fought to the death, the intense spiritual energy fluctuations caused
everything in the surrounding area to be completely torn apart.
Several kilometers away, Jokovich felt the spiritual energy fluctuations and quickly changed direction to rush toward the two of
them.
Although Sanctuary was a Remdikian organization, it was extremely mysterious and had a direct connection to the tsar.
Even so, Jokovich had just received a message from Sanctuary and knew that the Remdikian Western Army had dispatched a
large number of cultivators to search for Charleigh.
Therefore, when he felt the spiritual energy fluctuating, Jokovich understood that Jonathan had encountered cultivators from
Remdik.
For God Realm cultivators, several kilometers of distance was only a two or three-minute walk.
After crossing a mountain ridge, Jokovich finally saw the two men fighting.
On the slope under the mountain ridge, Jonathan and Oscar fought fiercely, and in just a short time, they had already leveled the
entire hill.
Feeling a familiar spiritual energy, Jonathan lifted his hand to block the long staff before leaping dozens of meters away.
“Jokovich!”
When Jonathan spotted the figure on the mountaintop, his expression turned grave.
It was an overwhelming advantage to use Pryncyp to fight spiritual energy.

As such, after considering how Jokovich could still use Pryncyp of Strength and the difficult opponent that was Oscar, Jonathan
realized that he might not win.