Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 168 Roman Simmons

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Roman Simmons

Seeker Sinclair was momentarily taken aback, and when he recovered, a bitter smile spread across his lips.

You’ve got to be kidding?

Remi Sinclair’s sweetheart was ’Wyatt Barnes’?

With anybody else, he may have had the confidence to compete...

But if it’s Wyatt Barnes, he was well aware of his own abilities.

In comparison to Wyatt, he was miles away, trying to compete with Wyatt was only making himself uncomfortable.

"What are you all looking at?"

Wyatt Barnes was still pondering about the Third Prince’s issue. When he turned his attention back, he found both Remi and Seeker were staring at him, "Is there something on my face?"

Wyatt clearly hadn’t heard the conversation between Remi and Seeker just now.

"No."

Seeker shook his head and grinned, "Let’s go, time to eat."

It was a while before Wyatt and his friends got to the dining hall and all the meals were served, but Walter Simmons and Tiggi Field were nowhere to be found.

"Huh, why are they so late today?"

Seeker Sinclair looked puzzled and thought it was strange.

"Nothing bad happened, right?"

Wyatt Barnes’s brow furrowed. Walter Simmons and Tiggi Field were always punctual, and they had never been this late before.

He had a bad feeling that something could be wrong and his heart skipped a beat.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Just then, a slightly anxious call came from outside the dining hall, growing louder as it approached.

"It’s Tiggi Field! But why is he alone?"

Wyatt recognized the distant figure with just one glance then quickly moved towards him.

"Tiggi Field, where is Walter Simmons?"

Before long, Wyatt joined Tiggi Field and noticed his pale expression, his heart sank with a bad premonition, he asked hurriedly.

By then, Remi Sinclair and Seeker had also come running out.

"Walter Simmons..."

Upon hearing Wyatt’s question, Tiggi Field let out a bitter smile filled with helplessness, "He’s been ambushed by the Simmons Clan."

People from the Simmons Clan?

Could it be, Walter Simmons had some kind of connection with the Simmons Clan?

Wyatt’s face fell, as if it had been coated with a layer of frost, "Let’s go!"

As Wyatt and his companions followed Tiggi Field towards the bamboo forest behind the Martial Arts Academy...

Inside the tranquil bamboo forest, Walter Simmons was lying on the ground, his breath weak, clearly severely injured.

He couldn’t even manage to stand up.

But even so, Walter’s gaze, still emitted a hint of cold dignity, clutching his Buster Sword tightly, without letting go.

Walter Simmons’s heart was as firm as a stone, even if he was humiliated, his determination could not be bent!

In front of Walter stood three young men.

The one leading was a splendidly dressed young man, about twenty-five years old. He was now stepping on the hand that Walter was using to clutch his sword, a cold smile spread across his face, "Why, even now, you’re not willing to let go of your sword?"

"Walter Simmons, both you and your father are a waste! If you had stayed in the countryside, it would’ve been fine, but you insisted on coming back to the Imperial City and appear before me... Aren’t you seeking death? Why are you still glaring at me, not convinced?"

The well-dressed man, infuriated by Walter’s stern gaze, raised his foot and directly kicked Walter in the face!

Suddenly, Walter’s face bloomed with fresh blood like a dazzling rose, striking and eye-catching.

"Roman Simmons, within ten years... I will definitely kill you!"

A cold intent crept up the corner of Walter’s mouth. His voice echoed with a chill, as if it originated from the depths of hell.

Walter’s voice was filled with unwavering confidence!

"Ten years?"

The well-dressed man was stunned before breaking into laughter, a wicked grin painted on his face, "Walter Simmons, you really think you can defeat me in ten years? Although I’m not afraid of you... however, you really have reminded me. In the Martial Arts Academy, I dare not kill you. But I’m curious, if I cripple your dantian, how are you going to kill me in ten years? What gives you the confidence?"

"Now, I will crush all your hopes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the well-dressed man who seemed to find the situation even more interesting, prepared to stamp on Walter’s dantian.

Walter’s pupils constricted, a hint of despair rose within him.

If his dantian was really destroyed, it would mean his life was ruined...

No!

Walter’s heart was full of unwillingness.

Watching as the well-dressed man raised his foot, Walter’s breath hitched. He tried to struggle and dodge, but found he had no strength left, he was cornered with nowhere to hide.

Just at this moment.

"Brother Roman, Walter’s companion is back... He brought three people with him, two of them seem to be Wyatt Barnes and that guy from the Sinclair Clan, ’Seeker Sinclair’."

A young man standing behind Roman Simmons noticed the four figures moving swiftly in their direction.

"Wyatt Barnes? Seeker Sinclair?"

A cold sneer played on Roman’s lips as his gaze indexed on the four figures approaching them aggressively, he mumbled to himself, "He’s finally here..."’

"Walter Simmons!"

Tiggi Field hurried over and noticed Walter’s miserable state. His face turned pale and he rushed over.

Swish!

At that moment, one of the young men standing behind Roman Simmons suddenly moved, kicking with the speed of lightning, sending Tiggi Field flying.

Above the young man’s head, the phantom of twelve ancient elephants could be faintly seen...

Condensed Pill Realm, ninth layer!

Boom!

Tiggi Field hit the ground hard, coughing up a mouthful of coagulated blood, his face was ghostly pale.

"Tiggi Field!"

A flash of anger flickered in Remi Sinclair’s eyes.

"Roman Simmons, it’s you!"

Seeker Sinclair’s gaze however, rested on the well-dressed man at the front, his expression stern.

"Seeker Sinclair, don’t get involved in this mess, just get lost!"

Roman Simmons spoke coldly, his gaze quickly settling on the purple-clad youth beside Seeker Sinclair. "However, today, you may leave... but this Wyatt Barnes, must stay!"

On seeing Walter Simmons’ current miserable condition, Wyatt’s face twisted in disgust.

Walter Simmons was his friend!

Watching Tiggi Field being kicked aside by the other party only ignited a nefarious flame in his heart.

As he was having a hard time suppressing his raging fury, the leader of the opposing side suddenly spat out such a statement...

Asking me to stay?

Wyatt’s eyes lit up as he stared at the brocade-clad youth ’Roman Simmons’...

Could it be that Roman Simmons’ target was not Walter Simmons, but him?

Instantly, a shiver of cold ran up his spine.

"Wyatt Barnes, go!"

Just then, Walter Simmons’ icy voice rang out, asking Wyatt to leave. Clearly, he had figured out something as well.

"So, you mistreated Walter just to lure me here?"

Wyatt Barnes took a step forward, his gaze piercingly cold as he addressed Roman Simmons, his voice reverberating.

He didn’t heed Walter’s advice.

If he were to leave now, he wouldn’t be Wyatt Barnes!

"Wyatt Barnes, I must admit, you’re smart...however, clever people tend not to live long."

Surprised, Roman glanced at Wyatt, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, his voice terrifyingly calm, "Since you can guess my intentions, you should be able to guess why I came looking for you, shouldn’t you?"

"So, the members of the Simmons Clan can’t accept defeat?"

Wyatt sneered.

Indeed, he had suspected as much.

If there were any ties between him and the Simmons Clan, it must have something to do with the events that transpired at the Third Prince’s residence last night...

The ’Benny Simmons’ who died by his hand was a member of the Simmons Clan.

"Can’t accept defeat?"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Roman’s face darkened, "Last night at the Third Prince’s residence, you unfairly ambushed Benny Simmons and killed him... Who are you, to question the recalcitrance of my clan?"

Unfair tactics?

Ambush?

Wyatt’s expression hardened...

Third Prince, you are indeed ruthless!

Wyatt realized, all these events were orchestrated by the Third Prince.

Standing at the side, Seeker Sinclair’s heart pounded in his chest.

Benny Simmons?

Wyatt killed Benny Sinclair?

The most talented of the young generation in the Simmons Clan, that ’Benny Simmons’?

Roman Simmons’ cousin?

"What do you plan on doing?"

Wyatt took a deep breath, his gaze fixed earnestly on Roman Simmons, his voice deadly calm...

"You’re still so young, yet you’re so ruthless... In my opinion, someone like you shouldn’t be left alive!"

Roman’s eyes hardened, a cold sneer on his lips.

"So, you intend to cripple my cultivation?"

Wyatt laughed, an ironic, bitter laughter that lit up his face. His eyes sparkled with a terrifying gleam.

Remi Sinclair and Seeker Sinclair’s expressions changed drastically.

"Roman Simmons!"

Seeker Sinclair spoke sharply. "Don’t forget, Wyatt Barnes is the son of Lanni Barnes and the legitimate successor of the Barnes Clan... If you dare harm his cultivation, how will you account to the Barnes Clan?"

"The Barnes Clan?"

Roman chuckled, looking at Seeker Sinclair as if he were a fool, "Seeker, don’t tell me you don’t know that Wyatt refused to return to the Barnes Clan... Today, Wyatt is no longer of the Barnes Clan!"

Being a distinguished member of the Simmons clan and having a shot at the Clan Chief position in the future, Roman held a significant position within his clan.

In Roman’s view, as long as Wyatt wasn’t a part of Barnes Clan, there would be no repercussions even if Wyatt was killed, let alone merely crippling his cultivation.

"You..."

A somber expression marred Seeker Sinclair’s face, leaving him speechless in response.

Although he was a legitimate successor of the Sinclair Clan, his status might deter ordinary individuals...

But Roman Simmons would not be concerned.

Roman Simmons, the grandson of the Grand Elder of the Simmons Clan, was just twenty-five years old. Yet he had already reached the Original Pill Realm in his cultivation...

He was the most gifted martial artist of his generation in the Simmons Clan and one of the potential successors for the position of the Clan Chief.

It was safe to say that Roman was born with a ’golden spoon’, being showered with endless love and adoration.

"Seeker Sinclair, if you know what’s good for you, scram! Otherwise, even if you are the legitimate successor of the Sinclair Clan, I will make you bleed."

With a cold gaze, Roman’s words were bold and intimidating.

"Wyatt Barnes is my friend."

Seeker’s expression hardened, head held high, facing Roman without fear.

"Good, very good... What moving friendship."

Roman laughed, his laughter brash, arrogant, and wild...

Following moment.

Whoosh!

Roman moved, his speed skyrocketing to an extreme in the blink of an eye, now standing before Seeker.

Boom!

Within an instant, Seeker was knocked flying by Roman, forcefully crashing onto the ground.

Above Roman’s head, the power equivalent to forty ancient colossal elephants flashed across and disappeared...

"Threefold Original Pill Realm?"

Wyatt’s face darkened further, the relentless gaze falling on Roman, razor sharp and deadly.

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