Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 109: A Losing Deal

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: A Losing Deal

"Centurion, what brings you here?"

Wyatt’s expression didn’t change as he calmly asked the question.

"What do you think?"

The Centurion nonchalantly answered with a question, his gaze slightly cold.

"Those seven Flame Tigers, did you lure them here, Centurion?"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes.

Under ordinary circumstances, it was impossible for fourth-level Condensed Pill Realm Fierce Beasts to appear in the area where he was...

Even if they did appear, there would be only one or two at most.

But just now, seven fourth-level Flame Tigers in the Condensed Pill Realm appeared at once. Coupled with this Centurion’s timely appearance, it was hard for him not to connect the two.

"You’re pretty smart."

The Centurion stared at Wyatt. "I thought that seven Flame Tigers would be enough to tear you apart... I didn’t expect that you still hid your strength in the Genius Camp assessment. You are actually a fifth-level warrior in the Condensed Pill Realm!"

A warrior in the fifth Condensed Pill Realm.

That’s not really a big deal.

But if you add the prefix ’not yet seventeen years old’ to this, then it would be terrifying.

There had never been such a monstrous talent who is a fifth-level Condensed Pill Realm warrior under seventeen in the history of Crimson Heaven Kingdom...

"Centurion, I hardly think we have any feud or grudges between us. I wonder why you would want to harm me?"

Wyatt took a deep breath, his eyes flashing.

Even though he had his suspicions, he still wanted to confirm it.

"Ha-ha... Wyatt, blame your own high-profile moves! If you hadn’t forced Joseph Davies to lose his Centurion position, he wouldn’t have been watching you, let alone request me to take you down during the Genius Camp training."

In the Centurion’s eyes, Wyatt was already a dead man, so he didn’t feel the need to hold back.

"Joseph Davies!"

Wyatt’s eyes frosted over. As expected, it was him!

Joseph Davies, the older brother to Simon Davies.

"I have to admit, even your talents have left me shocked. If you had another two years, I don’t think I’d be your match. But unfortunately for you, today, you are destined to die here."

A murderous intent erupted from the Centurion’s eyes.

Origin Force filled his hands...

Above his head, images of eleven ancient giant elephants took shape, exuding an incredible aura.

This Centurion was an eighth-level warrior in the Condensed Pill Realm!

"Wait!"

Wyatt gave a cold shout, his eyes flashing.

"What, any last words?"

The Centurion casually asked.

"How about this, if you spare me, I’ll give you one million taels of silver, deal?"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes, slowly asking.

"One million taels of silver? I must admit, it’s tempting... However, if my guess is correct, that one million taels of silver you mentioned must be in your Storage Ring, right? Once I kill you, your Storage Ring will become mine, not to mention the money within."

A sinister smile surfaced on the Centurion’s face, as if Wyatt’s Storage ring was already his property.

"Originally, I just wanted to do a favor for Joseph Davies, by driving seven Flame Tigers here to kill you! But I didn’t expect you to have hidden power, not to mention you killed all seven Flame Tigers... What surprised me even more is that you possess such a precious item as a Storage Ring!"

By the end, the Centurion’s face was filled with murderous intent.

In his eyes, everything Wyatt had would be his as long as he killed Wyatt.

"So, you’re getting greedy, are you?"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

"So what if I am?"

The Centurion sneered, "I can’t be bothered to waste words with you, I’ll just kill you now and take your Storage Ring!"

"Are you that confident that you can kill me?"

Wyatt laughed.

Upon hearing this, the Centurion felt a jolt in his heart. He scanned his surroundings for any anomaly. Seeing nothing amiss, he laughed coldly, "Wyatt, cut the crap... Today, your death is certain! Unless you have strength that surpasses mine, which is impossible!"

As his voice trailed off, the Centurion made his move.

Whoosh!

With a gust of wind, he flew out, heading straight for Wyatt.

Above his head, the eleven ancient giant elephant shapes charged like the wind...

Wyatt’s eyes turned frosty, and he met the charge head-on.

Spirit Snake Body Method!

He moved, transforming himself into a lithe and agile spirit snake.

Sword Drawing Technique!

The purple sword light was like a snake’s tongue, aiming for the charging Centurion.

In an instant.

Above Wyatt’s head, eight ancient giant elephant shapes appeared...

"You... you’re still hiding your strength?"

The Centurion trembled, easily evaded Wyatt’s attack, darting to one side, and stared at Wyatt incredulously.

Eight ancient giant elephant power...

This was the mark of a sixth-level Condensed Pill Realm warrior!

No, wait!

Soon, his eyes landed on the Purple Emperor Soft Sword in Wyatt’s hand, and exclaimed, "Spirit Weapon! You actually have a Spirit Weapon... A Spirit Weapon that could add the power of one ancient giant elephant to you. It’s an eighth-level spirit weapon, right?"

Greed glowed brighter in the Centurion’s eyes...

He hadn’t expected Wyatt to bring him this many surprises!

First the Storage Ring, then the eighth-level spirit weapon.

If he could get the eighth-level spirit weapon, even a warrior in the ninth Condensed Pill Realm would not be a match for him.

This Wyatt was basically a treasure trove!

"You’ve got an eye for quality."

Wyatt sneered.

"Wyatt, with the power of the Spirit Weapon, your strength is comparable to a sixth-level Condensed Pill Realm warrior... But in front of me, you still pale in comparison. Die!"

The Centurion moved again, determined to kill Wyatt and claim everything that was Wyatt’s...

Boom!

The Centurion moved as quick as lightning, his palm struck towards Wyatt Barnes, and the gust from his palm made Wyatt’s purple clothes flutter loudly.

"Really?"

A chilling light flashed in Wyatt’s eyes.

In an instant, his Origin Force fused into the body of the Purple Emperor Soft Sword, activating the ’Blood-stain Inscription’ engraved within...

Hum!

A fiery red ’waxing moon’ accompanied Wyatt’s Purple Emperor Soft Sword, moving as fast as lightning, seemingly with a mind of its own, headed straight for the Centurion’s palm.

Hisss!

Blood splattered as the Centurion’s palm was split in two by the waxing moon.

"Aah!"

The Centurion’s pained scream was cut off abruptly.

Because the momentum of the waxing moon, after severing his palm, did not diminish at all and went straight through his chest...

Spirit Snake Technique!

Wyatt quickly evaded the Centurion coming his way due to inertia.

The Centurion, his eyes bulging, was thrown back, his eyes flashing with an incredulous light...

Perhaps he never would have believed it.

That Wyatt Barnes had such a terrifying method.

Bang!

The centurion’s corpse hit the ground, blood gushing out, a dazzling scene.

"Hmph! I kindly offered you a million USD, and you refused... You really thought I was scared of you? If I wasn’t trying to save the Bloodthirst Inscription, I wouldn’t be bothered to waste time with you."

He coldly glanced at the Centurion’s body, searched it for a while, and only found a few thousand bank checks.

"What a poor ghost!"

After muttering to himself, Wyatt stored the bank checks into his Storage Ring.

A red flame ignited in his palm and was thrown onto the Centurion’s body...

Whoosh!

In an instant, the Centurion’s body was reduced to ashes.

Not even remnants remained!

"I only have enough material in my Storage Ring to inscribe two more Blood-stain Inscriptions... I can’t believe I wasted one on such a pitiful Centurion!"

Wyatt frowned slightly.

Thinking back to what just happened, he felt displeased...

In his view, the materials needed to inscribe a Blood-stain Inscription were worth at least half a million USD.

Killing that Centurion, he had only obtained a few thousand USD.

This was undoubtedly a losing deal!

Given his current situation, even if he had plenty of USD, it would still be hard to get materials for his Blood-stain Inscriptions...

Now, each Blood-stain Inscription used means one less.

This was exactly why he preferred to give that Centurion a million USD instead of wasting a Blood-stain Inscription.

"Forget it, take each step as it comes. Hmm, first I will inscribe a new ’Blood-stain Inscription’ on the Purple Emperor Soft Sword, then I’ll head back."

What’s done is done, Wyatt didn’t ponder over it anymore.

After walking a distance and finding a secluded place, Wyatt sat down cross-legged.

He took out a pile of materials, and began inscribing the ’Blood-stain Inscription’...

As the sun set and evening fell.

The dwelling place of the Third Squad in Genius Camp.

"How come Wyatt Barnes hasn’t returned yet?"

Hyatt hadn’t returned after waiting for a long time, Remi Sinclair’s face looked somewhat unsightly.

"Yeah, it’s been so long. He should have returned by now if he was just leading those Flame Tigers away."

Westyn Morgan furrowed his brows, very puzzled.

"Did something happen to him?"

Mustafa Rowan’s face showed worry.

"Don’t jinx it!"

Both Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan glared at Mustafa Rowan.

But a trace of worry still appeared in their eyes...

If anything really happened to Wyatt, they would never find peace in their life.

After all, Wyatt did this entirely to save them...

Otherwise, with Wyatt’s strength, escaping the chase of seven Flame Tigers wouldn’t be difficult.

Shortly, the rest of the teenagers of the Third Squad also returned.

Joining forces, the fifteen of them had hunted all day and had killed enough ’Cloud Leopards’ to complete their task.

"Is everyone here?"

Jaz Martinez’s face was as cold as ice.

"Where is Wyatt Barnes?"

Jaz Martinez’s eyes scanned the eighteen people present, finally landing on Remi Sinclair, Westyn Morgan, and Mustafa Rowan...

"Instructor, we went to hunt the Cloud Leopards with Wyatt. On the way, we encountered seven Flame Tigers. He asked us to bring back the Cloud Leopards first while he led the Flame Tigers away."

Mustafa Rowan explained slowly.

"Flame Tigers?"

Jaz Martinez’s eyes narrowed, "You were brave enough to venture deep into the Sunset Mountains!"

"We didn’t go too deep, we just wandered in the area where the Level Three Fierce Beasts roam. Who knew that seven Flame Tigers would appear."

Remi Sinclair countered with furrowed brows.

"Impossible!"

Jaz Martinez affirmed, "Flame Tigers have a strong territorial sense, they won’t easily leave their territory."

"Maybe someone disturbed the Flame Tigers."

Westyn Morgan’s face didn’t look too good either, as he speculated.

"Alright, since Wyatt has also brought back the Cloud Leopards, you have completed the assignment. This evening, your meals will be these Cloud Leopards..."

After Jaz Martinez gave the order, he sat down and began to roast his game.

Remi Sinclair, Morgan Westyn, and Mustafa Rowan hadn’t eaten all day and were famished, but at this moment they remained motionless, with no appetite whatsoever.

What occupied their minds was their concern for Wyatt’s safety.