Chapter 1241


    Although unable to sense the alternating day and night outside, as a cultivator, Jonathan could


    calcte the passage of time through various means.


    The rhythm of calm breathing, the pulsation of the circtory system, and even thepletion of the


    rotation by training every meridian in his body could be used for timekeeping.


    After all, in the world of cultivators, controlling the frequency of one’s own circtory system and the


    timing of one’s breathing was as familiar as an ordinary person knowing how many fingers they had. It


    was something etched into every single cultivator’s instinct.


    After about twenty hours, the sound of chaotic footsteps once again echoed through the empty


    corridors of the prison.


    Sterio opened his eyes and looked at Jonathan, who nodded slightly at the former.


    “They must be here to take us up,” Jonathan then remarked.


    Following his words, Merilyn, who was beside Sterio, slowly opened her eyes.


    Realizing that she had fallen asleep leaning on Sterio’s shoulder the whole night, Merilyn jumped up


    as if she had stepped on a mouse.


    However, due to her sudden use of spiritual energy, she triggered the prison’s formation. It rapidly


    stripped away the spiritual energy in her body, causing her legs to give way beneath her.


    Sterio hurriedly reached out to catch her, but she instinctively tried to avoid him. The two ended up


    colliding with each other in a flustered state.


    “Are you all right?” Sterio fell to the ground, using his own body as a cushion as he held Merilyn


    securely in his arms.


    However, what Sterio failed to notice was that at this moment, he had inadvertently grabbed


    Merilyn’s bosoms while the woman had her back turned to him.


    Even Jonathan, who had seen his fair share of awkward moments in his life, was shocked. He gaped at


    the sight before him.


    Merilyn, who was lying in Sterio’s arms, was stunned for a moment before she immediately stood up


    and punched Sterio.


    “You pervert!”


    In response, Sterio curled himself up in the corner of the cell while Merilyn chided him.


    Jonathan quickly stepped forward to check on Sterio’s condition.


    “My goodness. Are you okay? We still have a fightter. Don’t tell me you’re rendered disabled at a


    time like this.”


    Jonathan pried Sterio’s hands away to reveal Sterio’s bloody and tear-stricken face.


    “Do you even have a heart? I only held you because I was worried you’d get hurt. Are you trying to kill


    me?” Sterio said, sobbing piteously.


    Jonathan, however, was unfazed as he let go of Sterio’s arms and said in annoyance, “Since you can


    still flirt with girls, you’re most probably fine. Drop the act and get on your feet!”


    At that instance, Merilyn realized that she had misunderstood Sterio’s intention and hurriedly knelt


    down beside him. With her face flushed, she said apologetically, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you…”


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    Sterio, who was still lying on the ground, opened his eyes to take a peek at Merilyn.


    Her cloak was long lost, so all she was wearing was an animal-skin tube top. From this angle, her


    undting curves were a feast for Sterio’s eyes.


    “Okay, okay. I was just teasing you.” Satisfied by the visual feast, Sterio sat up from the ground.


    With practiced ease, he jammed his pinky finger into his nostril while pressing his crooked nose with his


    other hand before giving it a forceful push to realign his broken nose bridge.


    He then spat out a mouthful of blood and flicked his finger to stop the nosebleed.


    “I’ve endured much worse beatings in my childhood. Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Sterio assured Merilyn in


    a rather nonchnt tone.


    Despite that, Merilyn was well aware of how much strength she had used just now. She hadn’t gone


    easy on him.


    While she didn’t use spiritual energy when punching him, Sterio, too, made no attempt to defend


    himself.


    It was a pure collision of force, and her punch was powerful enough to knock down most of the


    cultivators in their vige.


    Tears streamed down Merilyn’s face as she looked at Sterio, who was still wearing a silly smile


    despite the blood on his face.


    “Please… don’t leave me behind,” Merilyn pleaded.


    Jonathan had wanted to discuss their uing n with Sterio but was caught off guard by


    Merilyn’s words.


    He shook his head slightly as he looked at Sterio.


    Merilyn had indeed saved his life, but he reckoned that their debt toward her was already repaid twice


    over, considering the fact that he and Sterio had spared her life twice.


    Jonathan had never considered including Merilyn in his n for the uing arena fight.


    He didn’t care about her well-being in the prison cell. After all, to him, whatever connection they had


    had already been severed when Merilyn swung her de at him.


    Sterio, on the other hand, didn’t share Jonathan’s sentiment. A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes


    as he nced at Merilyn.


    Shaking his head slightly, he took a step back and reached out to hold Merilyn’s hand.


    “Jon, I want to take Merilyn with me.”


    His sudden proposal left Jonathan momentarily stunned.


    Even Merilyn, who had been weeping, nced at Sterio in a daze.


    “Sterio, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with Merilyn at first sight. Both you and I know there are


    plenty of girls who are more beautiful than her out there. Besides, I refuse to believe that you are


    someone who would forsake your own interests for the sake of a woman,” Jonathan snapped.


    However, Sterio shook his head again.


    “Jonathan, I came to this decision out of consideration of my own interests. I admit that my chances of


    survival will greatly increase by staying with you, but don’t forget how our partnership was established.


    Compared to your cunning nature, I’m more inclined to trust Merilyn. There’s hardly any suspense


    about who will win when the two of us team up against others, but then again, even without you, I may


    not necessarily lose. Now, you only have two options—either take Merilyn with us, or we part ways.”


    As Sterio spoke, he grabbed Merilyn with his left hand and shielded her while using his other hand to


    perform a hand seal, getting ready to fight Jonathan.


    “He knows I won’t take action rashly right now,” Seboxia said amiably, materializing in Jonathan’s mind.


    “I can’t kill him, but I can make him suffer to teach him a lesson.”


    Jonathan was about to respond when a shout came from outside the prison cell.


    “Prisoner in cell number one, your application for the arena fight is approved! Time to eat! Open the


    door!”


    Jonathan turned his head in the direction of the voice.


    He noticed that the number of prison guards had increased to around forty people and wondered if it


    was because they killed a prison guard yesterday.


    One of the guards yelled at the top of his lungs while another was holding an exquisite lunchbox.


    “Which one of the three of you will be fighting?” the guard asked.


    Before Jonathan could say anything, Sterio dered aloud, “All three of us will be fighting together!”


    “All three of you?” The guard holding the lunchbox was slightly stunned before a derisive smile


    appeared on his face.


    Opening the lid of the lunchbox, the guard took out three steamed potatoes and threw them into the


    cell.


    “Eat up! Fill your stomachs before you meet your doom!” the guard said, sneering.