Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 105: Gambling Bet

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Gambling Bet

In the sky above the Sunset Mountain Ranges, a setting sun descended gradually, disappearing behind the mountains on the far side.

"Perhaps, these ’Sunset Mountain Ranges’ were named after this phenomenon."

Wyatt Barnes contemplated this scene as he watched the sun disappear over the horizon.

"This Sunset Mountain Range is probably like the Foggy Forest, inhabited by many wild beasts and Fierce Beasts. Once we enter, we must tread carefully."

Wyatt Barnes advised Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan, who were standing by his side.

They nodded in agreement.

"Let’s go!"

With a swift motion, Wyatt Barnes stepped forward.

Spirit Snake Technique!

Both Remi and Westyn employed their body movement techniques and followed Wyatt, trailing him closely like shadows.

Upon entering the Sunset Mountain Ranges, the trio observed three forked paths. They chose one only to find five more branching paths...

The place was almost like a labyrinth!

"Aoo!"

A wolf’s howl ripped through the silent sky, almost deafening.

Wyatt Barnes turned his head and saw a jet-black wild wolf, its red eyes gleamed, lunging at him from a nearby thicket, its ginormous mouth wide open, ready to bite him.

"Overestimating yourself!"

With a raise of his brow, Wyatt’s right arm muscles bulged.

Whoosh!

He swung his right arm towards the wolf’s chest, stirring up a windstrong enough to clear away the surroundings.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the wolf’s painful howl abruptly ended.

The wild wolf’s innards were shattered by Wyatt Barnes’ attack, it struggled a few times on the ground and then went still...

Dead!

"I didn’t expect the game to come to us voluntarily."

Westyn Morgan walked over laughing and hoisted the wolf’s carcass over his shoulder.

"Let’s go back."

Wyatt Barnes, after surveying their surroundings for a bit, suggested.

As the trio left the Sunset Mountain Ranges, they encountered other young men carrying their own prey. All of them gathered back at the entrance of the ranges.

Many had already begun to clean their kills.

Some had hunted a tiger, some a hawk, some a leopard...

The trio found a vacant spot and placed the wolf carcass onto the ground. With a quick move, Westyn drew a small dagger from his boot and started cleaning the dead wolf...

In a while, Westyn had the wolf pelt cleanly shaven and the entrails were discarded to one side.

"Westyn, you sure are efficient in this."

Wyatt Barnes was somewhat surprised.

"Hehe, I often had to spend nights in the Foggy Forest before, sometimes for an entire month. So, I had to find something to eat... However, now that we have the meatest, where do we find fire?"

Westyn replied with a chuckle but looked a bit troubled by the end.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Remi frowned, looked in a certain direction and alerted, "Look!"

Wyatt Barnes and Westyn turned their heads to look.

They saw that a group of young men from the Genius Camp, except their Third Squad, had managed to start campfires...

"Simon Davies, can you lend us the fire starter?"

Someone from Third Squad went to borrow the fire starter.

"So, it was Simon Davies who managed to get the fire starter?"

Remi and Westyn looked somewhat disconcerted.

"If I remember correctly, you are in the same team as Wyatt Barnes. You are from the Third Squad, aren’t you?"

Simon Davies asked the youngster who came to borrow the fire starter.

"Yes."

The young man confirmed with a nod.

"It’s not a big deal to lend fire to other members of the Third Squad... But let me be clear, if I ever find out that anyone has dared to lend the fire to Wyatt Barnes, don’t ever dream of using my fire thereafter."

The light in Simon’s eyes narrowed to a slit, as a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

"But... we’re all hungry after a day’s hard work, Simon. What do you say..."

The boy hesitated.

"Hmph! For that sentence alone... I am not lending to anyone from the Third Squad!"

Simon Davies sneered coldly, as he looked at the group of young men from his own squad and the other three, "You all are using the fire borrowed from me currently. Let me make myself clear, if anyone dares to lend a fire to anyone from the Third Squad, don’t dream of borrowing fire from me thereafter."

At this moment, Simon was exhibiting a smug look that said ’I have the fire and that makes me the boss.’

"Simon, relax, we won’t prove ungrateful!"

"Yes, we promise not to lend to the Third Squad."

Suddenly, outside of the Third Squad, the rest of them showed solidarity.

"You... you..."

The young boy who had gone to borrow the fire was red with rage.

"What? Now scram!"

Simon Davies gave him a glare, and the young boy retreated back to where the rest of the Third Squad was.

At this moment, the members of the Third Squad glaringly looked at the young boy, "Mustafa Rowan, do you still have the nerve to come back?"

"You originally got the fire. Yet because you, the meddling moron, got involved with Wyatt Barnes... and now, because of you, none of us in the Third Squad get to use the fire."

"Wyatt Barnes is over there, I am curious if he will appreciate your meddling."

...

Mustafa Rowan was taken aback.

He hadn’t expected to be isolated due to his previous actions. His eyes swelled red, teary.

"What... about to cry? Here. Take your game and get lost!"

A young man threw a cleaned wild boar at Mustafa Rowan.

"How... how can you all be so selfish!"

Mustafa Rowan, clutching the wild boar, began breathing heavily...

Soon, Mustafa Rowan noticed that the members of the Third Squad who were bickering with him, as if seeing something frightening, suddenly became silent.

Slap!

At that moment, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw the young man in purple, standing behind him, smiling at him, "Wy-Wyatt Barnes."

Wyatt Barnes smiled and asked, "Your name is Mustafa Rowan?"

Wyatt Barnes felt quite favourable towards this young man who was willing to fight for fire for a stranger like himself.

"Yes, yes."

Mustafa Rowan was somewhat nervous and constrained.

"Don’t be nervous. Since they don’t want you, from now on, you will be with us."

Wyatt Barnes beckoned to Mustafa Rowan, returning to Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan’s sides.

"Remi Sinclair."

"Westyn Morgan."

Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan nodded at Mustafa Rowan with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Mustafa Rowan."

There was a flush on Mustafa Rowan’s face, making him resemble a young girl.

Not far away.

"Humph! This Mustafa Rowan sure is lucky, he’s managed to hook up with Wyatt Barnes as his ally."

"So what if he hooked up with Wyatt Barnes, he’ll still have to eat raw meat."

"Damn it! We got absolutely screwed by Mustafa Rowan this time."

...

The boys from the Third Squad all had ugly expressions.

On the other side.

"How do you think Wyatt Barnes will manage his dinner?"

Centurion Declan Yorke, while far off was roasting a bonfire, asked the five Centurions sitting around him.

"I heard that he is fearless even in front of the Commander-in-Chief. Shouldn’t he go and seize the fire starter from Simon Davies?"

"Humph! Even if he tried to forcibly take it, he might not be a match for Simon Davies."

"Correct. Moreover, do you think the others won’t help Simon Davies? Including Walter Simmons and Tiggi Field. They all owe Simon Davies for this round, otherwise, where would their fire come from?"

...

The Centurions were all discussing, none of them were optimistic about Wyatt Barnes’s chances.

Wyatt Barnes and his three comrades, sitting in a group.

"Wyatt Barnes, Simon Davies has the fire starter now and the others have made it clear, they won’t lend us their fire... what about our dinner tonight? After running around all day, I’m starving."

Westyn Morgan touched his flattened belly, showing a bitter smile on his face.

Remi Sinclair was also looking at Wyatt Barnes.

"Sho...should I...I go and beg Simon Davies?"

Mustafa Rowan said with a flushed red face.

The next moment, he found the burning gazes from Wyatt Barnes and the other two on him.

"I...I won’t go. That’s it."

Mustafa Rowan lowered his head.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes suddenly stood up.

Under the puzzled gazes of Remi Sinclair, Westyn Morgan and Mustafa Rowan, Wyatt Barnes was heading towards the other boys from the Third Squad.

The group of boys were on their guard.

"Don’t be nervous."

Wyatt Barnes smiled and then narrowed his eyes, looking at a pile of kindling that was surrounded by people, "You guys don’t need this firewood, right?"

The boys looked at each other, none of them spoke up.

"Since you don’t need it, I’ll take it."

Wyatt Barnes unabashedly picked up the pile of kindling and returned to Remi Sinclair and the others.

"We don’t have a fire starter, what do you need these dry sticks for?"

Westyn Morgan looked puzzled.

"Who said you can’t start a fire without a fire starter?"

Wyatt Barnes deliberately raised his voice.

For a moment, including Centurion Declan Yorke and several other Centurions, everyone was looking at Wyatt Barnes with great interest...

"Humph! Trying to mystify! I really want to see how you start a fire without a fire starter."

Simon Davies snorted and laughed mockingly in a loud voice.

"Are you so sure?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Simon Davies and suddenly laughed.

"Of course."

Simon Davies responded sharply.

"How about we make a bet then?"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes flashed, his face always maintained a smile.

"What do you want to bet?"

Simon Davies raised his eyebrows.

"Betting on other things is boring...we’ll bet, whoever loses, strips naked and runs around the entrance of the Sunset Mountains embarrassingly for ten rounds, how about that?"

Wyatt Barnes squinted his eyes.

"What?!"

Simon Davies was stunned.

Everyone else was also dumbfounded.

This bet...

Too mean!

"Wyatt Barnes, you..."

Westyn Morgan looked at Wyatt Barnes in astonishment.

"What, don’t dare?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Simon Davies with a hint of a cold smile in the corner of his mouth, snorting, "If you don’t have the guts, keep a low profile, don’t yap around like a dog! It’s annoying."

Simon Davies’ face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "Why wouldn’t I dare? Fine, I accept!"

"Good, I hope you won’t high tail it when the time comes."

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes flashed.

"I’m more worried about you running away...Centurion Declan Yorke!"

As Simon Davies spoke, he stood up and looked into the distance.

"What’s the matter?"

Declan Yorke came over with five Centurions. The bet between Wyatt Barnes and Simon Davies had reached their ears.

"Centurion Declan Yorke, this Wyatt Barnes wants to bet with me. I hope you can be the witness, so he won’t run away if he loses..."

Simon Davies looked at Declan Yorke and spoke word by word.

"Simon Davies is too harsh, he actually had Centurion Declan Yorke as the witness for this bet."

"With Centurion Declan Yorke here, Wyatt Barnes won’t dare to run away even if he loses!"

"Wyatt Barnes really shot himself in the foot this time."

"I’m looking forward to seeing Wyatt Barnes running naked around the field, hahaha..."

"I’m also looking forward to it. However, Wyatt Barnes seems to be only sixteen years old, probably not fully grown yet, so there won’t be much to see."

...

The group of boys were discussing.

Everyone seemed to have decided that Wyatt Barnes was sure to lose.