By the time Jonathan came down from the stage, he had enslaved two more female Grandmasters. He had also raised four more male Grandmaster from the dead to be his guards.
As for the other two he fought, they had died in such a way that he was unable to revive their bodies for his own use. In fact, they had actually self-destructed once they had realised that they were going to lose, unwilling to suffer the same fate as their predecessors.
That was why the current Jonathan, despite his titanium body, was limping and had to be helped by his undead guards.
"Not bad." Ash stated amiably as he gave Jonathan a thumbs up.
Jonathan simply snorted and ignored Ash, who he considered his true rival. "Hmph, easy as pie for someone like me."
Ash waved a hand. "Sure, sure, all hail Johnny the almighty. We are honoured to bask in your glorious presence."
"I told you not to call me that!" Jonathan growled with anger.
