Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1194: Arrival at the True Martial Sect

Chapter 1194: Chapter 1194: Arrival at the True Martial Sect

In an instant, Handmi Holland could only feel a strong, oppressive wind blowing directly at him, so stifling that he could hardly breathe.

The next moment, before he had any chance to react, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, like a giant hammer striking his chest, sending him flying through the air.

"Ugh!"

Blown away like an arrow released from its string, Handmi Holland, in his clumsy form, couldn’t help but spit out a large mouthful of blood, his complexion turning deathly pale.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Barely stabilizing his figure and finally regaining his senses, Handmi Holland did not think of healing his injuries. Instead, he stared dumbfounded at the enormous silhouette in the distance.

It was that figure that had just sent him flying.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the sound of something cutting through the air headed straight for Handmi Holland, who snapped back to attention and caught what Wyatt Barnes had thrown at him.

"A Grade One Return-Life Pill!"

Opening his palm, he saw a familiar Pill Medicine, and without any hesitation, he swallowed it.

In an instant, the pallor of his face regained some color.

"Such potent medicinal strength!"

Handmi Holland stared at Wyatt Barnes, "Wyatt, did you give me a Return-Life Pill with a purity of ’more than ninety percent’?"

Although his injuries weren’t serious, the fact that he recovered in a blink of an eye still left him incredulously shocked.

An ordinary Grade One Return-Life Pill certainly couldn’t achieve this.

That’s why he asked Wyatt Barnes.

"Indeed."

Wyatt Barnes nodded and smiled faintly, "However, it looks like you won’t be getting those two bottles of Return-Life Pills after all."

Just moments ago, Wyatt Barnes had made a promise.

If Handmi Holland managed to smash the puppet ’Hammer’ into pieces, Wyatt would reward him with a spirit sword with ’ninety percent’ amplification and two bottles of Grade One Return-Life Pills with a purity ’above ninety percent.’

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, Handmi Holland was at a loss for words.

As he fell silent, his gaze turned to the giant puppet standing three meters tall in the distance, "Wyatt, what kind of monster did you create? How does it possess such immense strength?"

This puppet named ’Hammer’ by Wyatt Barnes, with just the Origin Force and ’Oath’ it emitted, managed to block his full-powered strike.

At that moment, he knew.

The puppet’s strength far surpassed his own!

Before he could react further, he was blasted away by the puppet, completely powerless to retaliate.

The fact that it held back when attacking him was the only reason he wasn’t killed on the spot. He could feel that clearly when the puppet’s attack landed.

"Why don’t you try to smash it to bits now that you’re all healed up?" Wyatt teased.

"Go try yourself!"

Handmi Holland glared at Wyatt Barnes, clearly annoyed. He might have tried if he hadn’t known the puppet’s strength, but now that he did, he dared not provoke it.

Shaking his head with a smile, Wyatt Barnes then threw a Storage Ring to Handmi Holland, "For you."

"What is this?"

Handmi Holland caught the Storage Ring, completely puzzled.

"Why don’t you look inside and find out?" Wyatt suggested.

Once Handmi Holland claimed the Storage Ring with his blood and saw what was inside, his eyes lit up, "A spirit sword, two bottles of medicine... Could it be..."

Thinking of the possibilities, Handmi Holland immediately drew the spirit sword from the Storage Ring, channeled his Origin Force into it, and unleashed a dazzling and magnificent sword glow.

Above the void, the forces of heaven and earth stirred, creating a celestial vision.

First, the phantoms of four thousand ancient Horned Dragons appeared, followed by three thousand six hundred more.

"Ninety percent amplification!"

Looking at the celestial vision above the void, Handmi Holland’s body shook with excitement.

As for the two bottles of Pill Medicine, he guessed they must be the two bottles of Grade One Return-Life Pills with ’above ninety percent’ purity that Wyatt Barnes had mentioned earlier.

At this moment, Handmi Holland realized that the ’bet’ Wyatt Barnes had made with him was nothing but a joke.

These items had been prepared for him by Wyatt Barnes all along.

"Wyatt, thank you."

With that realization, Handmi Holland quickly expressed his gratitude.

"When did you become so polite?" Wyatt Barnes asked, shaking his head with a smile, and once again a teasing look appeared on his face, "Now that you’ve switched to a new spirit sword... How about you spar with Hammer again?"

This time, Handmi Holland just gave Wyatt Barnes a look and ignored him.

He was no masochist.

Still, he was deeply curious about the puppet Wyatt Barnes had created.

"Wyatt, as far as I know, a puppet powered by ’top-grade original stones’ can only unleash force comparable to a Seventh-Order ’Transforming Void Realm’ warrior at best, and at most integrate ’Realm Fragments’ into its body..."

Handmi Holland asked curiously, "But your puppet has completely defeated me... How did you create it?"

Although he had previously used a ’Grade Two spirit sword.’

With his full strength, he could still unleash the power of an ancient Azure Dragon and five thousand ancient Horned Dragons.

Yet, the puppet Wyatt Barnes had created completely disregarded his power.

From this, it was evident that the puppet’s strength far surpassed his own.

As for how strong exactly, the puppet struck too quickly for any extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth to take shape, so he didn’t know.

"Inscription Array!"

Faced with Young Master Holland’s inquiry, Wyatt Barnes answered succinctly.

As for whether Young Master Holland understood, that was not something he needed to concern himself with.

"Come with me on a trip."

Suddenly, Wyatt seemed to recall something and looked at Young Master Holland.

"Where to?"

Young Master Holland asked with confusion.

Although Wyatt did not immediately answer Young Master Holland, soon enough, Young Master Holland had his answer.

Simply because Wyatt had gone to ask someone for directions.

True Martial Sect!

That was the place where Wyatt intended to take Young Master Holland.

After several days of travel, Wyatt and his companion successfully arrived at the True Martial Sect’s garrison.

The True Martial Sect’s garrison was peaceful, but if one delved deeper, an air of eeriness could be felt.

Not long ago, since the news of Sect Leader ’Levi Evans’ death had returned, the entire True Martial Sect had been rocked, subsequently plunging into endless grief.

However, the elders and disciples of the True Martial Sect did not leave after the death of Sect Leader Levi Evans.

The True Martial Sect had what they were attached to, what they desired.

Not to mention anything else, just the control over the top-grade original stone mines was enough to keep a group of True Martial Sect’s elders and disciples.

"I am the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect, Wyatt Barnes!"

Wyatt stood above the True Martial Sect’s garrison, looking down upon it, and spoke in a loud voice.

Wyatt’s voice, infused with Origin Force, fell like thunder from the sky and swept through the entire garrison, startling everyone within.

"Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect?!"

"Is that the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect, ’Wyatt Barnes,’ who killed our Sect Leader?"

"Why has he come?"

"He’s not here to utterly destroy us, is he?"

...

For a moment, the entire True Martial Sect’s garrison was in turmoil, with most of the Sect’s elders and disciples falling into panic, with only a few maintaining their composure.

These few individuals were the strongest in the True Martial Sect besides the Sect Leader, Levi Evans.

After hearing the voice that spread from the horizon, their expressions turned extremely grave as they rose into the air, gathered together, and then headed towards the source of the voice.

Wyatt stood quietly in the air, and even though several figures suddenly appeared before him, he showed no sign of surprise.

"Sect Leader Wyatt!"

The ones appearing before Wyatt were three elderly men who had seen many years. After showing up, they immediately bowed respectfully to Wyatt as a sign of reverence.

This scene made Young Master Holland who stood beside Wyatt have a peculiar expression on his face.

These three old fellows, are they alright?

Just over a month ago, Wyatt had just killed their True Martial Sect’s Sect Leader, as well as another strong practitioner at the Eighth Level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Now, not only were they not seeking revenge against Wyatt, but they were also kowtowing before him?

"It seems these three old fellows can’t bear to part with the meager foundation of the True Martial Sect."

Young Master Holland wasn’t hard-pressed to guess.

If they had been willing to leave, the likelihood is they would have done so already, and not stayed with the True Martial Sect.

After all, any rational person could guess that after killing their Sect Leader, the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect might very well visit the True Martial Sect to obliterate it.

"From today onwards, the True Martial Sect will be a subsidiary Sect under the Heaven Fortin Sect, paying an annual tribute of three hundred Grade One original stones and one million top-grade original stones... Do any of you have any objections?"

Wyatt looked calmly at the three elders before him and asked indifferently.

The three elders had already changed their expressions upon hearing the first part of Wyatt’s declaration.

One million top-grade original stones were still manageable.

But three hundred Grade One original stones were undoubtedly more than they could handle.

The original stone mine controlled by the True Martial Sect yielded only top-grade original stones, and even with plenty of manpower, it was very difficult to extract three hundred Grade One original stones in a year.

However, after hearing the latter part of Wyatt’s statement with its implied threat, the three elders simultaneously shuddered.

"No."

The three simultaneously shook their heads, as though fearing that the slightest delay in their response would provoke the young man in purple before them to take action.

After all, the young man in purple before them was the very same existence who had killed their True Martial Sect’s Sect Leader, Levi Evans.

Levi’s strength had been on par with theirs.

Yet, it wasn’t just for this reason that they feared the young man in purple.

They had heard that over a month ago, when killing their Sect Leader Levi Evans, the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect had also killed four practitioners at the Ninth Level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Without exception, those four practitioners had been leaders of mid-lower first-rate powers.

If the top practitioners of mid-lower first-rate powers could be killed, what of them, merely the pinnacle practitioners of the lower first-rate powers?

Therefore, they could only capitulate.

"We’ve seen the Sect Leader."

Following this, the three elders bowed to Wyatt in unison.