Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 173: The Vice Principal’s Anger

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Vice Principal’s Anger

"They’ve all had the wine poured by Walter Simmons..."

The two young men’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Smash!

At that moment, they saw Walter Simmons dropping his wine glass, shattering it on the ground.

"Walter Simmons, how can you be so careless?"

Tiggi Field shook his head and laughed.

"Hm?"

Just then, Wyatt Barnes’ face changed, his powerful spiritual power vaguely sensed a hint of danger.

"Wyatt Barnes, be careful!"

Remi Sinclair, seated opposite Wyatt Barnes, as if seeing something, his pupils shrank, his face changed drastically, and he shouted.

Whiz! Whiz!

Two blades flashing with cold light, three feet long, hurled from the hands of two unfamiliar young men directly towards Wyatt Barnes.

The sharp sword light, stirred up shrieking sounds, and swept towards Wyatt Barnes’ back...

Above the heads of the two young men, twelve ancient mammoth phantoms each were looming!

Two martial arts masters of the Condensed Pill Realm Ninth-Order!

"Presumptuous!"

Just then, an old voice filled with raging anger erupted from the loft of the dining hall...

One could vaguely perceive a gust of wind stirring up at the stairs leading to the lower floor from the loft.

An elderly figure swoops down quickly.

Unfortunately, he was obviously too late.

The swords in the hands of those two young men had already reached Wyatt Barnes’ close range, about to pierce through his back...

The faces of Remi Sinclair, Seeker Sinclair and Tiggi Field changed dramatically. But their cultivation was far inferior to those two who attacked Wyatt Barnes, they had no time to help Wyatt Barnes.

By the time they stood up, the swords of those two had already reached Wyatt Barnes’ back.

At this critical juncture, Wyatt Barnes moved!

The Origin Force under his feet exploded, and twelve phantom ancient mammoths suddenly gathered above his head.

Serpentine Body Method!

Wyatt Barnes’ body, at an extremely tricky angle, barely dodged the two incoming swords.

Moreover, he trembled and, in an instant, he seemed to transform into a spirit snake, sparing the two young men who were trying to kill him and making his way behind them.

"Seeking death!"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes got cold, he raises his hand, and a purple sword light burst out.

Fifteen phantom ancient mammoths took shape above Wyatt Barnes’ head!

Sword Drawing Technique!

Just one sword stroke created two dazzling blood trails, the two young men who were ferocious just a moment ago, with wide-eyed surprise, were thrown back, crashing against the wall hard.

In their dying moments, their gazes didn’t fall on Wyatt Barnes, but rather on Walter Simmons.

"You..."

After one of the young men breathed his last, the other strugglingly raised his hand, anger clearly painted on his face as he attempted to point towards ’Walter Simmons’...

Unfortunately, before he could raise his hand, he breathed his last. Dead!

Right before they died, the two young men had only one thought in mind:

They had been fooled!

Fooled by ’Walter Simmons’!

This Walter Simmons, even if he hadn’t poisoned them...

He had dropped the cup and gave them a ’signal’, making them believe that Walter Simmons had ’succeeded’, which made them anxiously wanting to kill Wyatt Barnes.

In their view, if Wyatt Barnes had been poisoned and couldn’t mobilize his Origin Force, wouldn’t killing Wyatt Barnes be easy?

Who would have thought Wyatt Barnes was not poisoned at all!

Wyatt Barnes’ gaze fell on the two corpses on the ground, his face extremely solemn...

These two were obviously senior students of Saint Martial Academy.

Who sent them to kill him?

As a student of the Saint Martial Academy, whoever dares to kill people in the academy, is just equivalent to giving up their ’future’ since the Saint Martial Academy would expel them!

Did the Third Prince send them?

Or the Fifth Prince?

Or could it be Thundery Barnes of the Barnes Clan, along with the Simmons Clan...

"Deputy dean!"

At this time, the gray-robed old man who had just swooped down from the loft also arrived under a group of respectful greetings from the students.

The old man had a displeased expression.

They dare to slaughter another student in the Saint Martial Academy!

Fortunately, the intended victim was unharmed, otherwise, the Saint Martial Academy would have been greatly humiliated!

"Deputy dean."

Wyatt Barnes also greeted the old man, his face slightly easing.

"The academy will give you an explanation regarding this matter."

The old man announced earnestly.

Wyatt Barnes slowly nods, his eyes flashing. The thing he wants to know most now is who sent these two men!

The old man then walked to the two corpses, after examining their ’Student Token’, his face darkened, "They are fourth-year students... does anyone recognize them?"

As the old man spoke, a group of people in the dining hall gathered around, chattering away.

"Eh, aren’t these ’Levi Simmons’ and ’Morgan Simmons’ from our class?"

"They really are the two of them, they seem to be from the Simmons Clan, right? But why would they want to kill Wyatt Barnes?"

"Two madmen! They actually dared to attack someone within the academy."

...

Soon, some people recognized the two killed young men.

"The Simmons Clan?"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes narrowed, a chilling intent to kill arose.

He hadn’t expected the people from the Simmons Clan to be so ruthless, daring to attack him even within the Saint Martial Academy.

However, he also found it somewhat strange.

How could the Simmons Clan only send out two warriors of the condensed pill realm’s ninth level?

That was almost tantamount to suicide.

Regardless, endless anger was welling up in his heart...

He would remember this!

"Simmons Clan?"

The old man heard the whispers of the student group and his face darkened, "Well...well played, Simmons Clan!"

The feud between Wyatt Barnes and the Simmons Clan was reported to him by two lecturers yesterday, and it didn’t surprise him.

However, the people of the Simmons Clan dared to commit a murder inside the academy. This definitely crossed his bottom line!

"The vice principal is genuinely angry now."

"The Simmons Clan is going to have a hard time."

The students who were watching trembled and made guesses in their hearts.

"Wyatt Barnes, are you alright?"

At this time, Remi Sinclair and others had arrived at Wyatt’s side, looking concerned.

"I’m fine."

Wyatt shook his head, "They were just two fighters in the condensed pill realm level nine... not sufficient to kill me."

Just two condensed pill realm level nine fighters won’t make any difference.

Today, any warrior who attempted to ambush him, if not at least at the level of Original Infant Realm seventh order, was doomed to die!

If it wasn’t for him suppressing the two small pythons hidden inside his sleeve and not letting them strike, those two people from the Simmons Clan would have never even gotten the chance to get close to him.

Those two pythons were his trump cards, and he would not reveal them unless absolutely necessary.

"Are there any of the Simmons Clan among you?"

The old man swept his gaze over the crowd.

Instantly, the colour drained from the faces of a minority present, but they gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

"You few, take the corpses of your clansmen, come with me to the ’Simmons Clan’!"

The old man took the lead and left the dining hall. His words were laced with suppressed fury.

Wyatt Barnes and others sat back down to continue their meal.

The incident was nothing more than a farce to them...

When they were almost done eating, Wyatt noticed that Walter Simmons seemed to be hesitating to say something, and he couldn’t help but laughed: "Walter, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. We’re not strangers here."

Remi Sinclair, Seeker Sinclair, and Tiggi Field also noticed something unusual about Walter.

"I want to borrow a million USD from you guys."

Walter finally spoke, and then fell silent again.

A million USD?

Upon hearing this, Tiggi Field’s eyes nearly popped out.

Only Wyatt Barnes, Remi Sinclair, and Seeker Sinclair had no strong reaction. They were merely surprised as to why Walter suddenly needed such a large amount of money.

However, they didn’t ask too many questions.

"I have two hundred thousand dollars on me."

Remi Sinclair was the first to respond.

"I have three hundred thousand... Walter, if you aren’t in a hurry, I can gather the money, and give it to you tomorrow."

Seeker Sinclair said too.

Slap!

Without saying a word, Wyatt reached into his pocket and slapped a stack of bank checks before Walter.

Exactly one million USD!

"Holy shit! Wyatt, you’re loaded."

Tiggi Field swallowed hard, looking at Wyatt in amazement.

The gaze of Remi and Seeker Sinclair also fell on Wyatt, one million USD, they could afford it, but they wouldn’t carry that much money with them...

"Wyatt Barnes, where did you get so much money from?"

Remi Sinclair’s face was filled with astonishment. He was the grandson of the upper elder of the Sinclair Clan in Aurora City, and it wasn’t a surprise for him to have a few million dollars at hand.

But Wyatt, he was just a distant relative of the Lee Clan.

"When I left Aurora City, the Clan Chief gave me two million in bank checks."

Wyatt spoke casually.

"It seems that the Clan chief, ’Atticus Lee’, sees great potential in you, otherwise, he wouldn’t have made such a massive investment."

Remi Sinclair shook his head and chuckled, "But, he did bet on the right horse."

He believed that with Wyatt Barnes’s strength and talent, the Lee Clan’s investment was bound to reap hefty rewards.

"Thank you."

Walter looked at Wyatt gratefully and put away the bank checks.

"We’re friends, no need to be formal."

Wyatt Barnes casually said. Now that he held a wealth of tens of millions, he didn’t care about a million USD.

He had no intention of asking Walter to repay the money...

To him, friendship was way more valuable than gold.

What he didn’t notice was that in Walter’s eyes, there was a flash of an odd light...

Simmons Residence.

In the spacious courtyard, a pale young man sat on the side, his eyes burning with a fierce red light.

"Grandfather, do you really have a way to kill that Wyatt Barnes?"

The young man took a deep breath. His voice was filled with the harshest hatred.

This young man was Roman Simmons, whose energy core was destroyed by Wyatt Barnes.

The once prodigious talent of the Simmons Clan’s younger generation, a figure of the original pill realm’s third level, was now reduced to a cripple, possessing only the power of the body tempering realm’s ninth level.

"Roman, don’t worry, by tomorrow, Wyatt Barnes will surely die!"

The Grand Elder of the Simmons Clan, South Simmons, spoke confidently from the side.

"Elder, are you sure that Wyatt Barnes will undoubtedly perish?"

At that time, from outside the courtyard, a dismissive, yet somewhat enraged voice sounded.

"Clan Chief!"

Seeing the newcomer, South Simmons quickly paid his respects, with Roman following suit.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.