The Legendary Man

Chapter 941 The Mysterious Old Man
Jonathan was extremely confident in his plan.
The greatest advantage of taking a flight was that the Remdikians couldn't conduct a spot check even if they suspected he was
onboard.
Logically speaking, as long as he could get himself up in the air, the Remdikians would be powerless to do anything unless they
were prepared to take down the entire plane with all its passengers.
Once he was airborne, he could hijack a plane and fly it to Harfush.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect the Remdikians to be one step ahead of him by preemptively sealing the airport.
Standing outside the airport fence, Jonathan felt his heart beating furiously as he stared at the rows of planes that had been
grounded.
Yet those were the least of his worries, as the airport was littered with surveillance cameras and alarms.
It felt as if they were already waiting for him.
Just as he alighted from his car and prepared to sneak into the airport, an alarm was triggered.
All of a sudden, Jonathan was surrounded by over thirty Grandmaster Realm cultivators.
By then, he was already numbed by the huge amount of cultivators Remdik had in reserve.
Even if Remdik sent a thousand cultivators after him, Jonathan would no longer be surprised.
He had, after all, seen the massive power Remdik possessed firsthand.
However, little did he know that what he saw wasn't real.
It was similar to a case of survivorship bias. If one were taking a train and inquired with the surrounding passengers whether they
had bought tickets, most of them would answer in the affirmative other than the rare few who freeloaded.

Even though Remdik had loads of cultivators and the fact that they were well organized due to how centralized the country's
authority was, their real numbers revolved around a much smaller amount.
After all, a cultivator's cultivation went against nature. If it wasn't for the mad scientist, Charleigh, Grandmaster Realm cultivators
would still be a rare sight in the country.
Jonathan had the impression that there were Grandmaster Realm cultivators everywhere in Remdik due to the shockwave he
caused on every visit.
Since cultivators below Grandmaster Realm were useless against Jonathan, the Remdikian authorities had no choice but to
continuously send their best men against him.
“Does anyone here speak Chanaean?” Jonathan yelled in resignation at the thirty over men surrounding him.
“I do.”
A hunched back old man walked out to the front.
He was an absolute phase Grandmaster that was handicapped, probably due to sustaining an injury to his Kore in battle when
he was young.
Otherwise, he would have already achieved God Realm.
Despite the vigor the old man exuded, Jonathan greeted him politely on the account of his age.
“Sir, I have killed a few hundred Grandmasters throughout my journey. You lot are simply no match for me.”
“Actually, we aren't here to kill you.”
Just as the old man finished, he pulled out a syringe from his ring and stabbed it into his chest.
He then gradually injected the liquid inside the syringe into his heart.
Amidst the sound of cracking bones, the hunched-back old man straightened his back. He then took a deep yet satisfied breath.
“It feels great to be able to stand up straight.”
Bam!

In the blink of an eye, the old man launched a punch at Jonathan's face.
Although Jonathan managed to dodge it, the sonic boom that resulted from its blistering speed screamed past his ear still.
This is no f*cking Grandmaster at all!
The sudden turn of events shocked Jonathan. Just from the speed and power alone, Jonathan could tell that the old man was
just as strong as Jokovich.
If Jonathan hadn't evaded in the nick of time, his brain would have been blown to smithereens.
Without a moment's delay, Heaven Sword was thrust at the old man's elixir field. Before it could even get close, the old man
deflected it with a palm strike before grabbing Jonathan's wrist tightly.
Crack!
Jonathan's wrist was snapped with a loud crack.
As stinging pain shot through his body, Jonathan dropped Heaven Sword, which turned into an afterimage and disappeared
before hitting the ground.
All of a sudden, the old man's arm broke in two. When Heaven Sword flew at the old man again, it was slapped away a second
time.
Despite having his arm chopped off, the old man maintained an emotionless expression.
“So, you have a magical weapon that can attack automatically by consuming Pryncyp. No wonder plenty of Remdikian cultivators
have died in your hands.”
With Heaven Sword floating above his head, Jonathan's Pryncyp of Slaughter flared furiously from his body.
His heart began to sink as he used the limited life force he had to heal the wound on his wrist.
This is such a cunning old man. Although he's only achieved absolute phase Grandmaster Realm, the power he displayed is
greater than that of a God Realm cultivator. Also, the old man doesn't seem bothered that I have broken his arm. He behaves as
if he isn't affected at all.

Ever since he started his cultivation, Jonathan had only seen two people capable of doing that.
One was the possessed Ryan, while the other was Kenado of West Region.
Even though one was of Grandmaster Realm and the other, Divine Realm, both shared the same characteristic—ruthlessness.
It wasn't that their methods were cruel, they just had an indifferent attitude to life.
In their minds, there was no right and wrong, and neither was there good and evil. All they could see was their goal, and they
were willing to cast everything aside to achieve it. Even if their lives needed to be sacrificed, they would show no hesitation at all.
The old man standing before Jonathan was someone like that.
From his perspective, all that mattered was Jonathan.
When the latter scanned the old man with his spiritual sense, the feedback he received gave him a shock.
The old man's body had begun to crack underneath his clothes.
If he hadn't used his spiritual energy to seal the wounds, he would have collapsed on the ground in a pile of mushy blood.
It was the result of the overwhelming pressure his physical body was put through.
Clearly, the old man couldn't sustain that condition for long.
“Sir, I'm curious about this secret technique of yours. How did you manage to elevate your cultivation level to such dizzying
heights?”
“I wasn't elevating anything. Instead, my cultivation level has deteriorated,” the old man replied with a chuckle.
“I was previously in absolute phase Divine Realm and just a step away from Ultimate Realm. Just when I was about to achieve it,
someone found me despite how careful I had been hiding. From that moment on, my cultivation level began to slowly deteriorate
to my current miserable condition.”