Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1193: It’s Called ’Hammer

Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193: It’s Called ’Hammer

The owner of the purple figure was naturally ’Wyatt Barnes’.

A little over a month had passed since the people from the six major forces last visited the Heaven Fortin Sect. In this time, Wyatt Barnes had successfully created the remaining puppets.

Not only that.

He had combined all of the puppets, and then utilizing the Inscription Array he brought back from the ’Martial Emperor’s Secret Treasury’, he merged the Origin Force emanating from the original stones within the puppets.

Because the original stones within the puppets were all ’supreme original stones’, the combined puppet could match the power of a Seventh-Order Martial Emperor Realm warrior.

Once it erupted, it could rival the strength of an ancient azure dragon!

"This is still because I took out all the ’supreme original stones’ I could get my hands on... otherwise, the Origin Force extended from the puppet would not be this strong."

While creating a bunch of small puppets, Wyatt Barnes not only used up all of the supreme original stones from the Heaven Fortin Sect, but he also used the supreme original stones from the Storage Rings of the twelve powerhouses of the six major forces who died.

He no longer had a single supreme original stone in his possession.

"You’ve gotten them cheaply... luckily, you didn’t disappoint me."

Wyatt Barnes stood in front of the bronze puppet and muttered to himself, "However, if you want to further enhance your strength, you must obtain a large amount of supreme original stones."

"Or wait until my spiritual power increases again."

The reason he said this was that with his current spiritual power, he could only merge four ’Mystic Fragment’ into the puppet, unable to merge a fifth.

It was precisely because of this that the bronze puppet currently showed limited power.

The bronze puppet standing before Wyatt Barnes, with all its Origin Force unleashed, was comparable to a Seventh-Order Martial Emperor Realm warrior, akin to the power of an ancient azure dragon.

Moreover, when assembling it, Wyatt Barnes refined the small puppets that formed its fists into ’Grade One spirit weapons’, so when it struck with its fists, the force could amplify to correspond to over nine thousand ancient Horned Dragons.

Four ’Mystic Fragments’, the strongest being the ’Level Eight Mystic Fragment’, all combined, displayed a power comparable to three ancient azure dragons, plus two thousand ancient Horned Dragons.

Thus, with its full force unleashed, it was comparable to the power of five ancient azure dragons, plus over a thousand ancient Horned Dragons.

Stronger than Wyatt Barnes exerting his full power by two thousand ancient Horned Dragons.

However, its biggest flaw was that it knew no martial techniques and only used brute force.

And because of this, even if its strength was stronger than Wyatt Barnes by two thousand ancient Horned Dragons, it was still forced back after intercepting a sword technique executed by Wyatt Barnes.

Of course, if the fight continued, Wyatt Barnes had no chance of winning.

The gap of two thousand ancient Horned Dragons, no matter how excellent his sword technique was, he could not overcome.

"As long as my spiritual power increases, I can merge the fifth ’Mystic Fragment’ into its body! At that time, its power will continue to rise... If there are a large amount of supreme original stones, its strength can be enhanced as well."

Looking at the puppet in front of him, Wyatt Barnes murmured to himself.

However, overall, he was very satisfied with the strength of this puppet.

If it came to a hard fight, even he might not be its match.

Not to mention the other members of the Heaven Fortin Sect.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered Wyatt Barnes’s ears.

Immediately after, Wyatt Barnes saw a figure like lightning heading towards the peak.

Rapid as lightning, like a sharp sword piercing through the air.

In a moment, the visitor arrived not far from Wyatt Barnes, revealing his true face—it was Wyatt Barnes’s old friend, Young Master Holland, who recently came to the Heaven Fortin Sect.

Young Master Holland, one of the five major young masters of the old Green Forest Royal Country, Young Master Sword.

"When did you come out of closed-door cultivation?"

Wyatt Barnes’s eyes flashed as he curiously asked.

As far as he knew, since Young Master Holland arrived at the Heaven Fortin Sect, he had been in closed-door cultivation, persistently training.

"I just came out today."

Young Master Holland replied, while simultaneously giving Wyatt Barnes a reproachful look, "Wyatt Barnes, you’re really not being fair."

"Not being fair? What do you mean by that?"

Hearing Young Master Holland’s words, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help feeling puzzled, asking with a baffled expression.

"I heard that last month you took down twelve powerhouses from the six ’first-class forces’... and you didn’t even call me to watch the battle. Isn’t that being unfair?"

Young Master Holland complained.

"I thought it was something serious."

Wyatt Barnes was initially stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "At the time, I heard that someone had come to our Heaven Fortin Sect to kill, and I was immediately filled with rage, only thinking about avenging our sect disciples..."

"Do you think, at that time, I could think of so much?"

Toward the end, Wyatt Barnes gave Young Master Holland a disapproving look.

Of course, only in front of an old friend like Young Master Holland would Wyatt Barnes be so casual, returning fully to his true self, without any pretense.

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, Young Master Holland was momentarily at a loss for words.

Soon, he stopped dwelling on the matter and turned his attention to the bronze puppet beside Wyatt Barnes, curiously asking, "Wyatt Barnes, did you create this puppet?"

"Indeed."

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"When did you make it? I remember when I first came here, I never saw this big fellow."

Young Master Holland exclaimed in surprise.

"I just made it recently."

Wyatt Barnes spoke.

Handmi Holland suddenly nodded his understanding, then asked again, "What are you doing with this? Even at its strongest, such a puppet is nothing more than a match for a ’Transforming Void Realm Martial Artist,’ and it’s uncontrollable and disobedient, so it’s quite useless."

Handmi Holland did know a bit about ’puppets.’

Even those propelled by the highest quality original stones could at most match a ’Seventh-Order Transforming Void Realm Martial Artist.’ In front of someone like him, a Martial Emperor Realm powerhouse, they are nothing.

"Useless?"

Handmi Holland’s words made Wyatt Barnes involuntarily give a wry smile and then asked with a laugh, "Would you like to test its strength?"

"You want me to test its strength? Are you sure?"

Handmi Holland looked at Wyatt Barnes as if seeing a ghost, "This broken puppet, even without using my spirit sword, a casual strike would be enough to shatter it!"

"Then by all means, give it a try."

Wyatt Barnes’s smile remained unchanged.

"Are you sure you want me to try? If I really do, and accidentally blast it to pieces, you can’t blame me."

Handmi Holland asked again.

Towards the end, he still despised the bronze-colored puppet beside Wyatt Barnes, looking down on it with contempt and disdain.

"If you manage to blast it to bits, I’ll gift you a Grade One spirit sword that increases ’ninety percent’ of your strength."

Wyatt Barnes said.

"Are you serious?"

As soon as Wyatt Barnes finished speaking, Handmi Holland’s eyes gleamed with excitement, and he stared intently at Wyatt Barnes. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving up and down, struggling to calm down.

Although he did not know Wyatt was an Artifact Refiner, he had heard about Wyatt having connections with an outstanding ’Grade One Artifact Master.’

It was said that this Artifact Master could craft a spirit artifact that amplified strength by ’ninety percent.’

He was tempted when he first heard about it.

His spirit sword was only a second-grade one. Replacing it with a Grade One spirit sword that increased strength by ’ninety percent’ would hugely enhance his own power.

Now, hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, he assumed that Wyatt intentionally wanted to gift him the Grade One spirit sword.

After all, in his view, a puppet was no challenge to a martial artist of his caliber.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Handmi Holland with disdain and then retreated, calling out to him from a distance, "Hey! You go first to attack the hammer, so you can’t say it bullied you."

"Hammer?"

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, Handmi Holland couldn’t help but be stunned.

"That’s it."

Wyatt Barnes glanced at the three-meter-tall puppet, saying.

Hammer was the name he had given the puppet.

"A puppet so easily destroyed... and you even named it?"

Handmi Holland felt speechless and again confirmed with Wyatt Barnes, "Wyatt Barnes, are you sure I can blast it to pieces?"

"When did you become such a nag? If you can blast it to pieces, I won’t only give you a Grade One spirit sword that amplifies ’ninety percent’—I’ll also give you two bottles of Grade One Return-Life Pills with purity ’above ninety percent’."

Wyatt Barnes frowned and impatiently said.

"This is your own promise!"

As soon as Wyatt Barnes had spoken, Handmi Holland could no longer resist the temptation. He moved suddenly.

Whoosh!

Within Wyatt’s line of sight, Handmi Holland transformed into a sharp sword, tearing through the air directly toward the three-meter-tall bronze-colored puppet—’Hammer’.

"Not using the spirit sword?"

When he saw Handmi Holland lift his hand to form a sword with Origin Force, secret arts, and his realm, flashing towards Hammer, Wyatt was surprised that Handmi Holland was so overly confident.

Whoosh!

The sword shadows formed by Handmi Holland’s hand stretched directly towards Hammer, arriving in front of it in an instant.

Between flashes of thunder and lightning, Wyatt Barnes commanded Hammer.

Defend!

Instantly, Origin Force surged around Hammer’s body, four types of high-level ’secret arts’ followed suit, forming a multicolored protective barrier around its body.

Boom!

Then, Handmi Holland’s sword also timely fell on the luminous barrier, creating a loud noise.

However, the barrier did not ripple even slightly, remaining as stable as Mount Tai, as if it never took Handmi Holland’s thunderous strike seriously.

Swipe!

Failing to achieve anything with one strike, Handmi Holland’s expression changed. He raised his hand, and a second-grade spirit sword appeared, striking again with sword shadows darting toward the surface of Hammer’s barrier.

Boom!

Another loud noise, yet the barrier remained unmoved.

At that moment, Handmi Holland finally realized something was wrong.

"Now, it’s Hammer’s turn to strike."

At the same time, a familiar voice reached Handmi Holland’s ears, causing his complexion to drastically change.