Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1222: Condensed Pill Realm First Level?

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Condensed Pill Realm First Level?

Brother Nangle had long known that Wyatt Barnes possessed strong martial arts talent, and his arrival at the "inland" indicated that his strength was also considerable.

However, having decent strength did not mean he could handle the black-robed old man before them.

The black-robed old man was a Seventh-Order Martial Emperor Realm being.

Even after they came to the inland and encountered some fortune, they were only at the Fifth and Sixth levels of the Martial Emperor Realm, far inferior to the black-robed old man.

They did not even believe that Wyatt’s strength was stronger than theirs, let alone comparable to the black-robed old man.

Therefore, they did not want Wyatt to get involved.

"You two can’t even protect yourselves, yet you have the mind to worry about others? Ridiculous!"

The black-robed old man sneered and his cloak fluttered as he transformed into a black bat, soaring towards where Wyatt was, "Boy, I’ll let you know the consequences of meddling right now!"

His speed was so fast that Demetrius Nangle couldn’t react in time.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jaxx Nangle, who was standing in front of Wyatt, and with a raise of his hand, he injured and repelled Jaxx.

The gap between the Seventh Order and Sixth Order of the Martial Emperor Realm was clear.

"Wow!!"

As Jaxx was repelled, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he looked again at the black-robed old man, he found him already in front of Wyatt, his hand striking out with divine assistance, the light on his spiritual weapon increasing tremendously.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

The black-robed man struck at Wyatt with a palm, sweeping winds cutting through the air, causing gusts that made Wyatt’s purple garments flutter and his black hair fly.

"Be careful!"

In that moment, both Brother Nangle changed their expressions and cried out in alarm to warn Wyatt.

Now, it was too late for them to rescue him.

Above the black-robed old man’s head appeared the shadows of four ancient azure dragons as per struck with an unstoppable force, crashing toward Wyatt, who was just inches away.

Even at this critical moment, Wyatt did not show any intention to dodge.

He stood there, faint threads of Origin Force emerging around his body, barely noticeable unless looked at closely.

These traces of Origin Force, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, gathered into the shadows of two ancient elephants.

Condensed Pill Realm First Level!

This was also Wyatt’s current level of cultivation.

"Condensed Pill Realm First Level?"

Seeing the heavenly and earthly phenomenon that appeared above Wyatt, not only was the black-robed old man stunned, but Brother Nangle were also dumbfounded.

How was this possible?!

Brother Nangle’s faces showed disbelief, unable to accept that what they were seeing was real.

However, the reality was in front of them, leaving no room for doubt.

When a martial artist made a move, even the slightest use of Origin Force could draw the power of heaven and earth and condense a corresponding heavenly and earthly phenomenon.

Now, with Wyatt’s Origin Force enveloping his body and drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to form the shadows of two ancient elephants, it clearly indicated his level of cultivation.

Condensed Pill Realm First Level.

Yet, in their memories, Wyatt could not possibly be a martial artist at the First Level of the Condensed Pill Realm.

A martial artist of the Condensed Pill Realm should not even be here.

"Ant!"

Amidst thunder and lightning, the black-robed old man wore a mocking and contemptuous look as his palm finally landed on Wyatt.

Boom!!

A loud boom spread, deafening.

Along with the boom, waves of air rolled out, instantly turning into fierce winds, scattering the stone fragments around amidst the ruins.

As the loud boom occurred, the faces of Brother Nangle looked extremely unsightly.

Although they didn’t know why Wyatt had only the cultivation of the First Level of the Condensed Pill Realm, the thought of Wyatt facing a full-force strike from a Seventh-Order Martial Emperor Realm martial artist made them believe he couldn’t survive.

However, the bloody scene they anticipated did not occur.

The scene before them caused Brother Nangle’s expressions to suddenly change, becoming extraordinarily wonderful.

They saw Wyatt, in his purple robes, standing there with a multicolored shield that had somehow sprung up around him, exuding waves of fierce aura.

As for the black-robed old man’s palm, it was pressing against the multicolored shield around Wyatt, pouring out immense power as if it never knew exhaustion.

However, every strike of immense power failed to leave the slightest mark on the multicolored shield.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

...

At this moment, centered around where the black-robed old man’s feet landed, vicious cracks spread, dense and numerous, forming a massive spiderweb.

The cracks continued spreading, reaching dozens of meters away before finally slowing down.

In contrast, the ground under Wyatt’s feet was smooth, undamaged.

Between the two, the superior and inferior were instantly apparent!

"You..."

Just as the black-robed old man showed a look of horror, trying to say something, his pupils suddenly constricted.

All because he saw the heavenly and earthly phenomenon appearing above Wyatt’s head.

Five ancient azure dragon shadows, coiling and descending, looked down on the world.

At their side, the two ancient giant elephant phantasms seemed so minute.

"Hmph!"

At the same moment, the robed old man groaned in pain.

However, the multicolored shield on Wyatt Barnes’ body suddenly expanded, in an instant it enveloped the hand that the robed old man had used to strike, twisting it off and causing blood to spray everywhere.

"What of being an ant? I can still trample you underfoot!"

Wyatt’s indifferent voice rang out, followed immediately by a casually thrown punch. The vast, multicolored power instantly transformed into the shape of a sword, violently striking the lower abdomen of the robed old man.

Bang!!

A loud sound ensued, as if a balloon had burst.

It was the robed old man’s dantian continuously releasing waves of Origin Force, which eventually disappeared without a trace.

"You... you’ve destroyed my dantian!!"

The robed old man, sent flying by Wyatt, had his complexion drastically change, his eyes almost splitting open with hatred as he stared at Wyatt, wishing he could cut him into a thousand pieces.

Boom!

Like an arrow released from a bow, the robed old man ultimately slammed harshly onto the ground, struggling to get up.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew by, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a purple figure.

It was Wyatt, who had hurried to the robed old man at top speed, he raised his foot and stomped down on his chest, pinning him back to the ground.

"The power of the Five Ancient Dragons?"

After a long while, Demetrius Nangle finally turned around, swallowing his saliva heavily, as he looked incredulously at the purple figure before him.

At this moment, he only felt that the purple figure was incredibly imposing.

Jaxx Nangle was also stunned, on his usually stern face, a look of shock couldn’t help but emerge.

The purple-clothed young man, who had already been stronger than them, had his strength grown even more after they experienced fortuitous encounters?

"It seems that his fortuitous encounter was even more astonishing."

For a while, this was the only thought in Jaxx Nangle’s mind; he had thought his own fortuitous encounter was already dramatic, but it couldn’t compare to that of the purple-clothed young man before him.

"He’s yours to deal with."

Wyatt stood over the robed old man, his foot constantly emitting multicolored power, shattering the rising energies from the robed old man.

Although the robed old man’s dantian was destroyed, the ’Mysteries’ he had comprehended were still intact.

Upon hearing this, Demetrius Nangle’s eyes lit up, he leapt in front of Wyatt, looking down at the robed old man and sneered, "Noble Bell, I never thought you’d see this day."

"Demetrius Nangle, please let me go... I am willing to give you everything I obtained from that place. I have no cultivation left now, I’m no threat to you."

The robed old man, being stepped on by Wyatt, struggled to breathe, begging pitifully.

"Why should I spare you when I can just take those things?"

Demetrius Nangle scoffed disdainfully, and then, under the despairing gaze of the robed old man, he struck down with his palm, ending his life.

Following this, Demetrius Nangle collected the robed old man’s ’Storage Ring’ and ’Mystery Fragments’, handing them to Wyatt, "Wyatt Barnes, thanks. If it wasn’t for you today, Jaxx and I would’ve been dead many times over."

Wyatt unhesitatingly took the ’Storage Ring’ and ’Mystery Fragments’, nodded slightly, and then asked, "What do you know about me?"

"Let’s find a tavern to sit and talk."

Demetrius Nangle suggested.

Wyatt nodded.

In a short while, Wyatt and the Nangle brothers entered a tavern, took a private room on the second floor, and sat around a table.

"Actually, we don’t know much about you."

After sitting down, Demetrius Nangle said, "Originally, we met in the Five Elements Sect, back then..."

Demetrius Nangle patiently recounted everything Wyatt did while he was in the Five Elements Sect.

"Do you remember any of this?"

Finally, Demetrius Nangle asked.

"I can’t remember."

Wyatt shook his head.

Whether it was Niklaus Woodson, or the elders or Peak Master of Niklaus Woodson, he could not recall any of it.

"Later, we followed the Sect Leader out of the Five Elements Sect, heading to ’Martial Emperor’s Secret Trove’, where you obtained the ’Mystery Fragments’ and handed them over to the Sect."

Demetrius Nangle continued speaking.

"After the battle at Martial Emperor’s Secret Trove, you didn’t return with us, instead, you left with a friend... it seemed like you went back to your hometown."

Demetrius Nangle added.

"Hometown?"

Wyatt’s eyes brightened, "Do you know where my hometown is?"

"I don’t know."

Demetrius Nangle shook his head, causing Wyatt’s hope to dim again; he had hoped he could follow the clue of his ’hometown’ to learn everything about himself.

"Why did you lose your memory?"

Jaxx Nangle, who hadn’t spoken up until then, rarely asked.

"I’m not quite sure... it seems like my soul got injured."

Wyatt shook his head; he had only learned about the reason for his soul’s injury from ’Dominic King’, he couldn’t remember anything himself.

"Kid, what’s the rush. With the speed your soul is healing, at most in a year, you’ll be back to normal... by then, you’ll naturally know everything you want to."

At that moment, Dominic King’s voice also echoed in Wyatt’s mind.