Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 117: Wyatt Barnes’s Method

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Wyatt Barnes’s Method

Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Heavy panting echoed in the quiet room, originating from a man and a woman.

Suddenly.

"Roar!"

Maximiliano Morin let out a beast-like growl, falling onto the dusty woman beneath him like a dead dog.

"Maximiliano."

Just then, a voice abruptly reached them in the privacy of their room.

"Who’s there?"

Maximiliano froze with shock, the woman beneath him trembling uncontrollably...

"Maximiliano, I bet you have no idea you’ve been sold out by your own brother, do you?"

Wyatt Barnes leaned against the window, speaking lazily.

"Who are you? What do you mean by that?"

With a slight change in his complexion, Maximiliano slowly got off the bed and walked towards the window.

"Why don’t you rush home and see for yourself? Tsk tsk, Michael Tackman tricked you into coming to the Spring Breeze Pavilion while he went off to enjoy himself with your concubine..."

Wyatt left after dropping these words, moving on promptly.

He still had things to do.

Buzz!

Maximiliano opened the window, just catching sight of a departing figure, his brow naturally furrowing.

Taking a deep breath, he dressed and went to the next room to find Michael, only to discover that Michael was nowhere to be found, completely gone.

An ominous feeling began to rise within him...

"Michael!"

The expression on Maximiliano’s face darkened slightly; even though he had a good relationship with Michael, it didn’t extend to sharing the same woman.

The manor of the Morin family under the sparsely dotted night sky.

Maximiliano rushed in, heading straight for the courtyard where his concubine lived.

Not long after Maximiliano disappeared inside.

Three warhorses galloped to the entrance of the Morin family manor.

A bearded man dressed in light armor leaped down from his horse, accompanied by two other officers, and walked into the Morin family manor.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

The members of the Morin clan hastily greeted the bearded man upon sight.

This was the Commander-in-Chief of the Blackarmor Army, an ’emperor’ like figure within Blackarmor City...

And also their oath-sworn brother of the Morin Clan Chief.

"Where does the new concubine of your Junior Clan Chief reside?"

The bearded man’s voice thundered, directing his question at one of the clan members.

The young man turned deathly pale and pointed towards the north.

"Lead the way!"

The bearded man glared, his breath slightly quickened.

He had just received news that his son was in mortal danger due to a scheme. Without any hesitation, he rushed over with his two deputy commanders.

At this moment, outside a room as dark as ink.

A figure burst into the courtyard and kicked the door open.

Bang!

The door was kicked open, startling awake a man and a woman inside.

"Who dares to disrupt this Young Master’s sleep?"

The familiar voice made the intruder, none other than the Junior Clan Chief of the Morin Family ’Maximiliano Morin’, tremble as if struck by lightning.

Then he lit a candle.

His gaze fell upon the naked man and woman on the bed. His eyes instantly filled with rage as he roared, "Michael, you lowlife!"

Seeing Maximiliano, Michael was caught by surprise.

Only then did he realize that he wasn’t in the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

He looked down at the trembling, beautiful young girl huddled in the corner of the bed. Wasn’t she the same concubine recently taken by Maximiliano?

Had he been... having his fun with this very same concubine?

Feeling his scalp tingle, he tried to comprehend what was going on.

In a panic, Michael looked at Maximiliano, "Brother, it’s not what you think, it’s a misunderstanding... I have no idea how I ended up in your concubine’s room."

"Misunderstanding?"

Maximiliano’s face darkened, taking two steps forward and yanking Michael off the bed.

Boom!

A punch flew, causing Michael to spit up blood along with a few broken teeth.

Fuming, Michael retaliated with a punch of his own, sending Maximiliano flying.

"Maximiliano, how dare you hit me! Even if this wasn’t a misunderstanding and I had your woman, it would still be an honor for you! If it weren’t for our Blackarmor Army, would your Morin Family be the leading family in Blackarmor City?"

Michael’s voice was cold, carrying a chilling aura.

"Fine...Fine! Michael, I’ll kill you today."

Maximiliano charged again, his bout with Michael escalating into a fight filled with surges of Inner Energy.

However, both of them were evenly matched, and for a while, it was difficult to tell who was superior...

"Young Master."

Just then, as Maximiliano was being pushed back by Michael, a voice reached them.

A young man dressed as a house servant of the Morin Family entered the room, respectfully handing ’a broom’ from his hand to Maximiliano.

Without thinking much, Maximiliano took the broom, channeled his inner energy into it, and swung it towards Michael.

"Pfft! Maximiliano, do you really think y...

As Michael’s fist collided with the broom, he was interrupted by a hazy force emanating from the broom, repelling his punch with the force of a thousand-pound hammer, landing directly on his forehead.

Splash!

Brain matter splattered all over Maximiliano’s face.

Maximiliano was stunned.

He looked at the broom in his hand, his eyes wide as though it was a ’monster’.

"That was... an Attack Inscription? Who exactly are you!"

In that instant, Maximiliano seemed to understand something and turned around.

But by then, the ’servant’ was nowhere to be seen.

He knew he had been manipulated.

Everything had been a trap.

"Ah!"

At that moment, Maximiliano’s concubine saw Michael’s bloody and mutilated corpse, screamed at the top of her voice, and passed out.

Maximiliano Morin took a deep breath.

He knew that under no circumstances could today’s events be leaked. Otherwise, the wrath of the Blackarmor Army would surely befall the Morin Clan, causing great harm to their inner energy.

If the Blackarmor Army was truly going to strike, it wouldn’t just be empty talk...

Just as he regained his composure, preparing to covertly dispose of Michael Tackman’s corpse.

"Lin!"

A furious roar like a blast of thunder caused Maximiliano’s face to pale!

That voice, Maximiliano was all too familiar with.

How could he be here?

For a moment, there was a feeling of powerlessness in Maximiliano’s heart.

He realized that the person who set up this trap intended to drive him to a dead end...

"Uncle Leigh, let me explain!"

Maximiliano dropped the broom soaked in blood and frantically looked at the muscular man before him.

"Maximiliano, my son just had a bit of fun with your concubine... But you actually killed my son for a woman, die!"

The muscular man, who was a commander in the Blackarmor Army, unleashed a punch in a fit of rage, carrying the power of thunder and wind.

"Brother Leigh, please show mercy!"

Just then, a figure dashed like a hurricane, but was intercepted by two deputy commanders of the Blackarmor Army.

Boom!

The muscular man, furious, exploded Maximiliano Morin’s head.

"My son!"

The newcomer was none other than the Clan Chief of the Morin family. He watched as his only son was killed before his eyes, and in his anger, he repelled the two deputy commanders of the Blackarmor Army and began a fight with the muscular man.

Very soon, the entire Morin Clan was stirred.

No one noticed that amidst the chaos in the Morin mansion, a ’servant’ of the Morin family quietly slipped away.

"Done!"

Having thrown off his servant outfit, Wyatt Barnes, as agile as a snake, disappeared down the street.

He knew that his mission had been successfully completed.

Back at the inn, after a bath, Wyatt Barnes sat cross-legged on the bed, refining his body with his Origin Force.

Suddenly.

"Crackle..."

In an instant, Wyatt Barnes could distinctly sense the metamorphosis of his muscles and bones, and his physical body and vitality completed the final refinement.

"This..."

Wyatt Barnes was surprised and pleased. He didn’t expect that he would complete the physical refinement at the third level of the Condensed Pill Realm at this moment.

He lightly clenched his fists.

Whirling!

Above his head, six illusions of ancient giant elephants began to manifest...

This was merely the power of Wyatt Barnes’ physical body!

Woosh!

When Wyatt Barnes executed his Origin Force, he was able to manifest three more illusions of ancient giant elephants above his head.

Now, he could summon the power of nine ancient giant elephants.

This was without the use of a spiritual weapon.

If he used a spiritual weapon, he could muster nearly the power of ’eleven giant ancient elephants.’

"What a pleasant surprise. First, I completed my mission, then my strength increased..."

A radiant smile appeared on Wyatt Barnes’ face.

As night deepened, he fell fast asleep.

The next day, a knock on the door interrupted Wyatt Barnes’ pleasant dream.

Opening the door, Centurion ’Declan Yorke’ walked in without ceremony, looking at the sleepy Wyatt Barnes with a strange expression, "you..... How did you do it?"

Early this morning, Declan Yorke had heard about the events at the Morin family last night, events that rocked the whole of Blackarmor City.

All three commanders of the Ironclad Army were seriously injured by a Morin family elder.

The Clan Chief of the Morin family was almost killed.

After inquiring several times, he grasped the details; everything originated from the conflict between the son of the Blackarmor Army’s Commander and the son of the Morin family’s Clan Chief...

To him, there were numerous suspicious points.

The first person he thought of was Wyatt Barnes...

"What do you mean, ’how did I do it?’"

Wyatt Barnes yawned and asked.

"Stop playing dumb! The incident at the Morin family last night, don’t tell me you don’t know about it."

Declan Yorke chuckled and scolded.

"That’s what you’re referring to."

Wyatt Barnes woke up a bit and said, shaking his head, "It’s nothing earth-shattering, barely worth mentioning."

Barely worth mentioning?

Declan Yorke twitched his mouth, feeling that the young man in front of him was being deliberately obtuse.

The Iron Blood Army had been planning for many years, but couldn’t cause a feud between the Morin family and the Blackarmor Army. Now, however, this young man had achieved that in just one night.

"By the way, has my mission been completed?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Declan Yorke and asked.

"It’s completed."

Declan Yorke nodded, curiosity flashing in his eyes, "How on earth did you manage to do it?"

Wyatt Barnes gave Declan Yorke a brief explanation of the situation.

After listening, Declan Yorke couldn’t help but be moved.

He didn’t expect this young man to employ such cunning; just through a concubine of Maximiliano Morin, the young man had provoked all sorts of problems...

More importantly, the young man conducted the entire affair seamlessly and flawlessly.

Perhaps Maximiliano Morin might have been suspicious.

However, before he had a chance to explain, Maximiliano Morin was brutally killed by the grief-stricken commander of the Blackarmor Army.

"There’s one thing I don’t understand... Even if Maximiliano Morin was furious, it’s unlikely he’d kill Michael Tackman over a concubine, right?"

Declan Yorke looked intently at Wyatt Barnes.

"Indeed, although he was angry at the time, he didn’t truly wish to kill."

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"How did you do it?"

Declan Yorke asked, looking forward to the answer.

"It’s a secret."

Wyatt Barnes shrugged and went straight to freshen up and change his clothes.

"You..."

Declan Yorke was stunned and could only manage a wry smile.

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