Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 233: Sensation in the Bar

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Sensation in the Bar

"Third Young Master Watson?"

Hearing the young man’s words, Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes into slits, "You are from the Watson Family?"

"Yes, my father is the second master of the Watson Family, and the clan chief is my big uncle. What’s up, boy, are you scared? If you are scared, get out of here!"

William Watson held his nose high, chin raised, looking down at Wyatt from above, his face full of arrogance and self-satisfaction.

However, he didn’t notice that at this moment, a faint smile began to appear at the corner of Wyatt’s mouth, resembling the delight seen on a hunter’s face when they spot their prey.

"I’m giving you another chance, get out!"

Wyatt’s eyes grew colder, as he stared straight at William with an added pressure in his tone.

"You know who I am and you dare tell me to leave?"

William was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned vicious. He reached out his hand, trying to grab Wyatt. "Since you won’t leave, allow me to help!"

As William attacked, above his head, the force of ten ancient giant elephants appeared...

Seventh-Order of Condensed Pill Realm!

"An insect trying to stop a car!"

Wyatt chuckled, casually waved his arm, using only the power of twelve ancient giant elephants effortlessly blocked William’s attack and sent him sprawling on the ground with a slap.

"Ahhh!!"

William’s overindulged body fell to the ground with a loud thump, eliciting a pitiful scream.

"Uncle Season, I want him dead!"

William looked up at the old man who had been standing behind him, his face twisted in rage, he roared out.

The old man looked at Wyatt, his eyes turned cold, he stepped forward, "Young man, there are some people you shouldn’t offend...if you do, you’ll pay the price!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he reached out intending to grab Wyatt out of his seat.

Above the old man’s head, a hundred ancient giant elephant illusions took form. He was a Seventh-Order warrior of the Original Pill Realm.

Wyatt smirked coldly, completely ignoring the old man, instead he turned to a waiter, "Hey! Where’s our food? We have things to do after we eat."

The surrounding diners were speechless.

This young man in purple, was totally oblivious to the old man accompanying Third Young Master Watson.

Just as they thought Wyatt was about to face trouble.

The man standing behind Wyatt, Fill Bear, moved closer to the old man, swung a casual palm at him, sending the old man flying into the wall where he fell unconscious.

Above Fill Bear’s head, the illusion of ancient giant elephants flickered briefly, leaving no one able to see how many there were.

"So strong! This middle-aged man must be at least at the Ninth-Order of the Original Pill Realm!"

"No wonder the young man in purple is so calm, he has such a powerful person beside him. He sent a Seventh-Order warrior of the Original Pill Realm flying with just one blow...such power, even a warrior of the Eighth-Order of the Original Pill Realm couldn’t achieve!"

"He must be at the Ninth-Order of the Original Pill Realm."

...

The surrounding customers couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Sir, your meal is ready."

At this moment, the waiter served the steaming hot meals to Wyatt’s table.

The waiter was somewhat terrified, he hadn’t expected that this generous young man could be so dreadful...

He dared to hit the Third Young Master of the Watson Family!

Seeing this, William, who was half lying on the ground, struggled to get up. However, the pain from his body made it difficult for him to stand.

Feeling the heated gazes of those around him, his heart filled with shame, when had he ever been so embarrassed?

For a moment, the way he looked at Wyatt was filled with harshness, "Boy, you’re going to die!"

"Talking tough while lying down, aren’t you tired?"

Wyatt glanced at William calmly, then ignored him, he picked up some dishes for Jovie sitting next to him, smiled and said, "Jovie, come on, eat more."

"Okay."

Jovie nodded softly, her eyes filled with tender affection as she looked at Wyatt.

In this life, being taken care of by this man, she has no regrets.

"Fill Bear, sit down and eat with us."

Wyatt invited Fill Bear.

"Yes, Young Master,"

Fill Bear respectfully sat down in agreement.

Watching all this, William’s face turned red with rage, recalling the man who had passed out by the wall, he began to feel the same sense of overwhelming desperation...

"Whoever goes to the Watson Family for help on my behalf will get this bank check worth one thousand taels!"

William gritted his teeth and pulled out a bank check worth one thousand taels from his chest, looking at the customers in the tavern.

Many of the customers were tempted by his words, but after glancing at Wyatt, they dismissed the idea of helping William...

What a joke!

Next to this young man in purple, there seemed to be a Ninth-Order of the Original Pill Realm being.

If they were to help William, and the young man in purple didn’t like it, they’re sure to pay dearly.

So, although they were greedy for the bank check in William’s hands, none of them dared to act.

Money may be important, but it’s not worth losing one’s life over.

"You...a bunch of cowards!"

William’s face darkened, his breathing grew faster.

"If you make any more noise, you’ll end up like him."

Wyatt Barnes coldly glanced at William Watson, referring to the old man who had passed out against the wall.

Upon hearing him, William Watson shut his mouth, his eyes still brimming with fierce hatred, contemplating how he would retaliate against Wyatt Barnes once he returned to the Watson family.

Though no one dared accept William Watson’s money.

With some customers finishing their meals and leaving, it quickly became known that Third Young Master Watson, William Watson, had run into trouble.

Wyatt Barnes and his party had just finished their meals and were preparing to leave when he heard hurried footsteps outside the restaurant. There were four of them, coming with a menacing momentum.

A smile tugged at the corner of Wyatt’s mouth as he glanced at William Watson, "Fill Bear, capture him."

"Yes, Young Master," Fill Bear promptly replied, extending his hand to lift William Watson off his feet.

"You...what are you going to do..."

Being held in Fill Bear’s hand, William’s face turned pale. He had seen this middle-aged man’s strength earlier, which seemed to be at the ninth level of the Original Pill Realm.

Killing him would be as simple as crushing an ant.

Judging by their footsteps, the four middle-aged men rushed into the restaurant.

The leader, a man in blue, had a cold anger on his face...

"Father, save me!"

Seeing the man in blue, William believed his salvation had arrived, and he called out for help.

The man in blue took a deep breath. His gaze drifted to the unconscious old man in the wall corner. Hesitation flickered in his eyes before he turned to Wyatt, "Young man, I am George Watson, the second master of the Watson family. If my son has offended you in any way, please forgive him."

He knew the strength of the old man accompanying his son clearly. The strength of the middle-aged man who had knocked out the old man could be inferred.

Ninth level of Original Pill Realm...

Even if he were in the Watson family, he would be someone of status.

Of course, as a warrior of the ninth level of Original Pill Realm himself, he didn’t fear someone of the same level. Moreover, the other three who accompanied him were warriors of the eighth level of Original Pill Realm. If it came down to it, he was confident he could kill the opponent.

However, his actual concern was the young man in purple.

In his view, if someone has a ninth-level follower of the Original Pill Realm by his side, his identity must be extraordinary.

Therefore, despite his anger, he chose to exercise restraint and give in.

"Father! What are you doing? I want him dead! I demand his death!"

Upon hearing George Watson’s words, William’s face changed. A look of fury crossed his face as he roared.

"You disgrace!"

George’s face darkened, and he stepped forward to slap William.

However, Fill Bear casually raised his hand and moved William out of range.

George frowned, but with his son in the hands of someone else, he didn’t dare to act rashly. He turned to Wyatt, "Young man, I will take my son back to the Watson family and discipline him properly. Right now, I ask that you let my son go."

Wyatt lazily glanced at George and calmly asked, "Is it true that the Watson family’s Second Elder is an ’Eighth-Grade Artifact Refiner’?"

"Yes," George confirmed. "If you are looking to have an ’Eighth-Grade Spiritual Artifact’ refined by the Second Elder, I can arrange an introduction for you, as an apology. How does that sound?"

"You are quite adept at concealing."

Wyatt gave George an intense look, as if he could see into George’s heart. "You must be wondering, ’Given the follower by my side, I must come from an impressive background.’ Am I correct?"

George wore an awkward expression, not expecting Wyatt to see through him.

"Alright, I am holding your son captive... As soon as you call out the Second Elder of the Watson family, I will return your son to you," Wyatt said, watching George with a calm gaze.

George’s pupils contracted as he realized that the young man in purple was not to be trifled with." Young man, may I ask why you want to contact our family’s Second Elder? Surely it’s not as simple as wanting him to refine an Eighth-Grade Spiritual Artifact for you?"

"An Eighth-Grade Spiritual Artifact?"

With a cold smirk, Wyatt raised his hand and a fierce flame burned in his palm. "Do you believe I require his help to refine an artifact?"

The flare in Wyatt’s hand stirred up a commotion in the restaurant...

"My God, it’s an ’Eighth-Grade Artifact Flame’!"

"This young man in purple, he’s not even twenty and he’s already an Eighth-Grade Artifact Refiner?"

"Incredible! Incredible!"

"An Eighth-grade Artifact Refiner who’s not yet twenty... What kind of talent is this?"

...

The patrons in the restaurant had their expressions change drastically, unable to help but exclaim surprise.

Some seemed to have realized something and their pupils contracted. "An Eighth-Grade Artifact Flame. Only warriors of the Original Pill Realm can generate such a flame... That means this young man is a warrior of the Original Pill Realm!"

"A warrior of the Original Pill Realm who’s not yet twenty? An Eighth-Grade Artifact Refiner?"

George and the three middle-aged men he brought had a drastic change in expression.

The young man in purple in front of them was far more fearsome than they had imagined...

"Young man, may I know who you are?"

George took a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding faster.

Not even twenty...

An Original Pill Realm.

Eight-grade Artifact Refiner.

Even the thought of it made his scalp tingle with fear.