Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 202: Departure

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Departure

However, Remi Sinclair did not take the ’Storage Ring’ that Wyatt Barnes handed over. He shook his head and said, "Wyatt, this is too valuable. I can’t accept it. You should keep it for yourself, or perhaps give it to Jovie Lee to use."

"If I give it to you, just take it. When did you become such a fretter?"

Wyatt shook his head, reached out, and shoved the Storage Ring directly into Remi’s hand, grumbled.

Remi’s eyes flickered, gratitude swept across them, but he did not refuse again.

If he refused again at this point, it would seem a bit excessive.

"Thank you."

Remi smiled at Wyatt, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

A Storage Ring, can only be refined by a Seventh-grade Artifact Refiner.

Although it’s not a spiritual tool, it’s still a rare item. A single one is worth no less than several million taels.

And it is priceless.

"The Vice Dean is here!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and immediately, the entire Martial Arts Performance Field fell silent.

All eyes fell on the gray figure walking slowly in the distance.

He was an old man in gray clothes, exuding an aura of authority between his brows. He walked in with great strides, a force to reckon with; this was the Vice Dean of the Holy Martial Arts College, ’Smith’.

Upon his arrival, Dean Smith announced loudly, "All students of the ’General Star System’, move to the right side now. All students of the ’Star System’, move to the left."

The moment Dean Smith’s words echoed, the crowd in the Martial Arts Performance Field parted to two sides.

The General Star System, with exactly three hundred people, clustered together into a dense group.

The Star System, however, had just twelve people scattered there.

Wyatt, Remi and Seeker Sinclair, three freshmen, occupied a quarter of it.

Wyatt noticed that among the crowd in the Star System was ’Clarke Drake’, the Prime Minister’s son. There were also two other people standing next to him.

These two people were somewhat familiar to Wyatt; they were with Clarke yesterday.

At this moment, Clarke looked at the trio of Wyatt, his face darkened, and his brows furrowed.

"Vice Dean!"

Clarke suddenly spoke, his voice high and dominant, overpowering most of the sparse voices on the Martial Arts Performance Field.

"Hmm?"

Smith looked towards Clarke upon hearing his words. Naturally, he knew who ’Clarke’ is, the Prime Minister’s son, "Clarke, go ahead, what do you want to say?"

"Vice Dean, to my knowledge, according to the traditional rules of our Holy Martial Arts College, whenever we go to the battlefield, the minimum threshold for our students from the ’General Star System’ is the second year, and for the ’Star System’, it’s the fourth year... But these three, they are just freshmen from the ’Star System’. I suspect they are attempting to muddle through us and head to the Northwest Border battlefield."

Clarke pointed at Wyatt, his voice high, a look of disdain in his eyes.

For a moment, all the students put their focus on Wyatt and the others.

"Isn’t that Wyatt Barnes?"

"And those two people next to him, they seem to be freshmen from ’Star System’."

"They really want to mix with us and go to the Northwest Border battlefield?"

"Hmph! Unless it’s a person on the list, it’s almost impossible for someone to sneak through!"

...

Many students pointed and whispered, the scene was full of discussion.

Clarke wore a smug face as he glanced at the trio, a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already envisioned the scene of Vice Dean Smith driving the trio away.

"This Clarke, he’s really as disgusting as a fly."

Seeker’s face darkened, a hint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph!"

Wyatt’s eyes turned cold, he stepped forward, and looked at Clarke.

Before Smith could speak, Wyatt took a step ahead and raised his voice, reverberating into the sky, "Clarke, you keep harping on about rules, but why have I never heard of any rule that a freshman from the ’Star System’ in Holy Martial Arts College cannot go to the battlefield?"

"Hmph!"

Clarke, hearing this, locked eyes with Wyatt, a sarcastic smile on his face, "Although there are no explicit regulations, it has been an unwritten rule in Holy Martial Arts College... It is certain, you three want to sneak through."

"Unwritten rule?"

A thin layer of frost emerged in Wyatt’s eyes, he sneered, "You also called it an unwritten rule, does an unwritten rule mean it can’t be broken? You keep talking about us sneaking through, but I’m curious, on what basis are you saying this? Just because we are freshmen, do you think we’re inferior to you? Do you think we don’t qualify to be here?"

"Naturally, first-year students, especially those from ’Star System’, how much can they comprehend about the mysteries of ’Xiang’? People like you, even if you were to go on the battlefield, you would only be a hindrance."

Clarke snorted disdainfully, his words full of contempt for Wyatt and the others.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Smith intervened, "Clarke, Wyatt and the others are indeed the people on the list, so you do not need to question this... Wyatt is a person highly recommended by Master Hawkins, as for Remi and Seeker, they are the young marquis of the Godly Might Marquis Mansion, and also the people who were personally named by ’General Kanan Nigel’ who leads the reinforcement this time, to be added to the list."

"Hmph! So they are three people who have used connections."

Hearing Smith’s explanation, Clarke looked at Wyatt and the others with a face full of sarcasm and contempt.

Remi and Seeker’s faces darkened, glaring at Clarke.

"Idiot!"

Wyatt looked at Clarke, a touch of coldness curled at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly spat out the word.

"What did you say?!"

Clarke’s face changed, Wyatt Barnes dared to call him an ’idiot’?

As the son of the Prime Minister of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, this was the first time he had ever been so humiliated!

In an instant, his chest was filled with uncontrollable rage!

Wyatt Barnes tilted his head, ignoring the furious Clarke Drake, leaving him stewing in his own anger.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

The complexion of Clarke turned gloomy, his eyes locking onto Wyatt. They sparkled with a savage light as he swore in his heart, "You just wait, sooner or later, I will have your life!"

Although he longed to burst out in fury and kill Wyatt right then and there, he was hesitant...

Firstly, the vice-dean was present, and any hasty actions on his part would undoubtedly have repercussions.

Secondly, if Wyatt were to use his strange inscriptions against him, he would be caught off guard.

One must remember, even Lester Bell, son of the leader of the City Guard – Lewis Bell, a being of the Second Layer of the Original Pill Realm, had his cultivation destroyed by Wyatt’s inscriptions.

These inscriptions that Wyatt held were always a cause for hesitation in his heart.

So, unless he was completely certain of his odds, he would not act recklessly.

As the son of the Prime Minister, he was not some simple-minded brute. Even though he hated Wyatt immensely, he would still not act rashly.

"This Clarke Drake, he sure knows how endure."

As there was no reaction from Clarke for quite some time, Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, somewhat surprised.

In his view, this Clarke Drake was much more dangerous than Roman Simmons and Lewis Bell...

This was a man who knew how to bide his time.

Such a man, who excels in hiding in the shadows and waiting for the right opportunity to strike, is extremely terrifying.

"Alright, you can all head to the front gate now, General Kanan Nigel has arranged horses for all of you."

Soon, three hundred twelve students from the Martial Arts Academy, led by Vice Dean Smith, marched out of the academy in grandeur.

Outside the gates of the Martial Arts Academy.

Over three hundred soldiers clad in armor, each sitting atop a horse and with an extra horse in their possession...

These extra horses were obviously prepared for the students of the Martial Arts Academy.

"Vice Dean Smith."

A broad-shouldered, muscular man with a thick beard, clad in armor, galloped forward, nodding to Vice Dean Smith upon reaching his side.

Wyatt gave the bearded man a glance, his brow twitching slightly. He could tell that this bearded man was a being of the Original Infant Realm and rather formidable.

"Lieutenant James, these are the students listed for this time."

Vice Dean Smith responded slowly, answering the muscular man’s question.

"Thank you, Vice Dean Smith."

The bearded man nodded, then suddenly yelled, "Students of the Martial Arts Academy, all mount your horses!"

Immediately, the three hundred twelve students of the Martial Arts Academy, including Wyatt Barnes, all climbed onto their horses.

Exactly three hundred and twelve horses.

"Vice Dean Smith, we shall take our leave!"

The bearded man saluted Vice Dean Smith and steered his steed forward, yelling, "Move!"

In a flash, Wyatt and the others rode amidst the armored soldiers, following the bearded man’s lead, marching grandly out of the Imperial City.

Along the way, they caused quite a stir.

The people on the streets all made way for them, paying homage to the passing group.

"Are these the reinforcements sent by the Martial Arts Academy to the Northwest Border battlefield?"

"No wonder they are students of the Martial Arts Academy, they all seem spirited and extraordinary."

"Eh, there’s a young boy... he’s in purple, could he be the extraordinarily talented warrior that everyone’s been talking about, ’Wyatt Barnes’?"

"It should be him! Apart from him, the Martial Arts Academy probably doesn’t have such young students."

...

Soon, the eyes of many fell onto Wyatt, and exclamations of surprise spread through the crowd.

Wyatt Barnes had become the focus of everyone’s attention along the way.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Wyatt so popular, Clarke’s face became unsightly, and his gaze grew colder.

The Mansion of the Fifth Prince.

In a pavilion, a young man of extraordinary temperament sat facing a middle-aged general clad in light armor.

"At this point, Wyatt Barnes should have already embarked on his journey."

The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, speaking slowly.

"Hmph! This time, there will be no return for him!"

The general’s eyes hardened, displaying a bloodthirsty killing intent.

"General Lester, don’t be too hasty in your words... Don’t forget, Wyatt Barnes has ’Attack Inscriptions’ that can deal with warriors at the Original Pill Realm. From what I know, even the grand-elder of the Simmons Clan’s grandson ’Roman Simmons’, had his cultivation wasted by Wyatt’s ’Attack Inscriptions’."

A hint of hesitation showed on the young man’s face.

"Your Highness, don’t worry. This time we have a warrior of the Original Infant Realm acting, we will surely succeed!"

The middle-aged General Lester Bell responded confidently.

As soon as he found out that Wyatt Barnes was going to join the reinforcements heading for the Northwest Border battlefield, he harbored a mad scheme in his heart to have Wyatt assassinated on the way!