Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 33 Avery Barnes

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Avery Barnes

"Crackling..."

The teenager stood up from the bath bucket and stretched out his body, his bones making a crisp friction sound.

He grinned a little as he made a fist, "With three more times using the Prospection Elixir, I should be able to break through to the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm. Once that happens, my strength will double!"

The teenager was in a good mood as his cultivation had improved.

After getting dressed, Wyatt Barnes walked out of his room.

He squinted his eyes to look at the girl in the courtyard, who was sweating profusely and swinging her purple meteor soft sword. A look of enamored admiration appeared on his face.

He was touched by her hard work for the past few months.

"Young Master."

The girl quickly noticed Wyatt, she sheathed the soft sword into the sheath at her waist, smiled sweetly, and walked over to him.

"Are you tired?"

Wyatt slightly arrogantly took the girl’s handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat off her cute face, and asked with concern, his voice soft and gentle.

He had a tender look in his eyes.

The girl shook her head gently, a blissful smile appearing on her delicate, beautiful face.

She believed that no matter how tired she was, it was worth it for the Young Master.

"Boss, boss!"

Just when the teenager and the girl were sharing some sweet moments, shouts suddenly came from outside the courtyard, breaking the wonderful atmosphere.

Wyatt’s face darkened.

This dead fatso always had the worst timing.

"Young Master, he seems anxious. Maybe it’s something important."

The girl smiled faintly, understandingly.

Wyatt nodded and shouted, "Come in!"

The little fat man entered from the outside and said to Wyatt, "Boss, there are guests at your house."

"Our house?"

Wyatt was confused about what the fat man meant.

"Yes, it seems like it’s someone from the Barnes Family. Two people came, and one of them, a middle-aged man, I eavesdropped at the main hall and heard the Ninth Elder call him ’Fourth Brother’, and he called the Ninth Elder ’Third Sister-in-law’!"

The little fat man said, looking pleased with himself.

"Third Sister-in-law? Could it be..."

Wyatt was taken aback.

Even in his past memories, there was no recollection of his father.

Clearly, he had never met his father since he was sensible, not even once.

About that mysterious father, although Wyatt didn’t reminisce, he was a bit curious...

He was eager to know what kind of man could heartlessly abandon his wife and child!

"Keer, let’s go take a look."

Hand-in-hand with the girl, Wyatt walked out the door.

"Boss, wait for me, you can’t abandon me!"

Seeing Wyatt and the girl leave in the blink of an eye, the little fat man yelled and rushed to follow them.

The main hall of the Lee Family was not far away.

All of a sudden, Wyatt’s gaze turned stern, he noticed someone walking from the direction of the main hall.

It was a young man, about twenty years old, with a proud look on his face as though everyone in the world owed him money.

"Boss, he’s one of the people from the Barnes Family that came. He’s so arrogant, he doesn’t even respect the head of the family or the Ninth Elder."

The little fat man whispered to Wyatt when he saw the young man walking over.

Barnes Family!

Wyatt looked at him a few more times.

At that moment, the young man noticed Wyatt and his companions.

His gaze settled on the girl by Wyatt’s side, and didn’t move away. His intense gaze carried a touch of lust and greed.

The corners of the girl’s eyebrows knitted. As her face fell, a shadow stepped in front of her, standing like a mountain, blocking the man’s gaze.

It was like he was protecting her from the wind and the rain, which warmed her heart.

"Hmm?"

The young man’s brows furrowed, and his expression darkened.

However, when he looked at the teenager blocking the girl, his eyes stiffened, and his tone became rushed, "Are you Wyatt Barnes?"

"You know me?"

Wyatt was stunned. He searched his memories, but had no impression of the man before him.

However, why did this man know him?

"Hmph! You sure resemble your unlucky old man."

The young man snorted coldly, his eyes exuding an icy killing intent!

Even Wyatt himself didn’t understand why a man he had never met would harbor such a killing intent towards him.

Something occurred to him in his heart - the man mentioned his father earlier, could it be that he had some irreconcilable grudges with his father whom he had never met?

"If I am not mistaken... You should be fifteen years old this year. Fifteen, and you’ve reached the seventh-order of the Body Tempering Realm, you’ve inherited your unlucky old man’s talents. But, this level of strength, in my ’Avery Barnes’ eyes, is even lower than an ant!"

Avery Barnes spoke, taking a step forward.

As he moved, his whole body turned into a bolt of lightning, dashing toward Wyatt...

At the same time, a vast amount of Origin Force gathered in his right hand, violently shaking.

He pounded his palm out, causing a great shock!

Instantly, above his head, the force of heaven and earth stirred, morphing into the shadow of eight ancient giant elephants...

The strength of his palm strike was equal to the power of eight ancient giant elephants!

This Avery Barnes, was obviously a martial artist of the sixth level of the Condensed Pill Realm...

Only a Martial Artist in the level six Condensed Pill Realm could engender eight distant ancient giant elephant phantoms with the full force of his originating Force.

Wyatt had not expected to have a murderous stealth assault on him, with a discolored face, his body leaned back drastically.

Unable to avoid completely, Avery landed a palm hit on his chest.

In an instant, Wyatt felt as if he was struck by a flying gigantic stone which weighs tons!

He was thrown out like an arrow released from a bow...

Simultaneously as he was flung, Wyatt tasted sweetness in his throat. A light cough stained the earth with bleedings, glaringly bright.

"Young Master!"

"Boss!"

The young girl and the chubby boy, with faces distorted in panic, ran towards Wyatt, lifting him up.

They angrily glared at Avery.

Wyatt took a deep breath. Avery’s palm hit would have been fatal if his body hadn’t leaned back using the Spirit Serpent Body Technique.

His death loomed in that moment and sent chills down his spine.

After the shock came a surging anger!

With a gloomy face, Wyatt stared at Avery, "I’ve been friendly and unoffending towards you. Why did you launch a surprise attack on me?"

From Avery’s proclaimed name, Wyatt also realized that Avery and he might be closely related - even their names differ by just one character.

Thus, he was tat a loss to understand why his counterpart resorted to such ruthless measures as to trying to take his life.

"I didn’t expect that you could evade 80% of the force of my palm strike. You indeed might be considered a match for an ant."

Avery stepped forward, looked down on Wyatt from a higher position, sneering coldly, "As for you saying that we have no grievances, you are completely mistaken! Your damned father, regardless of the fraternity between us, ruined my father’s ’Dan Tian,’ making him live in misery for the rest of his life.....so now, you dare to say, we have nothing against each other?"

Wyatt took a deep breath. So that was the case.

Casting a cold glance at Avery, Wyatt sneered, "If you’re capable enough, you should avenge the one who ruined your father! Venting your anger on me just proves your incompetence."

"A son must pay his father’s debts!"

Avery gave a cold sneer, beckoned with his hand, moved slightly, with a rainbow-like aura, and struck another palm blow, "Now, I would like to see how you can dodge this blow!"

"Shoo!"

At that moment, the young girl beside Wyatt sprang into action.

Sword Drawing Technique!

A swiftly unparalleled purple sword light streaked out, hitting Avery’s palm...

Avery sneered, clasped with his hand, astonishingly grabbed the soft sword shaken by the girl.

The Origin Force burst out, striking the blade of the sword!

All of a sudden, the girl’s body shook, coughing out a mouthful of blood, both she and her sword were thrown out.

The girl used her sword to support herself, barely managing to stand, her face as pale as a sheet.

"Keer!"

The injuring of the young girl made Wyatt’s face turn ghastly, killing intent bursting out of his eyes.

The Spirit Serpent Body Technique emerged, instantly positioning him before Avery...

With his right hand on his waist, Sword Drawing Technique!

"Huh, delusions of grandeur!"

Avery snorted coldly, grabbing with his giant hand.

Suddenly, Wyatt followed the footprints of the young girl.

Already seriously injured, Wyatt once again fell heavily to the ground, unable to stand up.

"Young Master!"

Keer let out a mournful scream, her body shook. Her sword could no longer support her, and she collapsed to the ground instantly.

Although she fell down, Keer, with tearful eyes, still used her hands and feet, striving hard to crawl towards Wyatt...

Seeing this scene, Envious arose in Avery’s eyes.

His legs shook, his whole body leaped towards Wyatt with murderous intent, striking another palm blow!

Above Avery’s head, eight ancient giant elephant phantoms reemerged...

"Boss!"

At that moment, accompanied by a yelling, a roundish figure intercepted Avery’s blow, taking it head-on, and was cast out a dozen meters, collapsed to the ground, with no sounds again.

"Darren Lee!"

Wyatt’s pupils contracted, his face turned green and as cold as ice. His slightly immature face was trembling.

He never dreamed that Darren would block Avery’s blow for him!

At that moment, he was filled with endless regret...

Regretting his incompetence!

Regretting how he had not treated Darren well in the past!

"Does it hurt?"

Seeing this scene, Avery laughed, looking at Wyatt with a playful eye.

Wyatt didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes towards Avery was filled with cold bloodlust, and a rising killing intent emanated from him.

This killing intent pervades the air, making even Avery’s complexion change, subconsciously retreating a step.

After all, Avery was just a man in his early twenties.

How could he possibly bear Wyatt’s killing intent nurtured by endless slaughter in his past life in such a hurry...

"Useless trash!"

A touch of cold emerged from the corner of Wyatt’s mouth, seemingly mocking the retreating and cowardly Avery.

"You..."

Avery’s face darkened. He never anticipated that he would be intimidated by the aura of a fifteen-year-old juvenile, instantly enraged, eight ancient giant elephant phantoms emerged again above his head.

A ferocious blow was launched straight at Wyatt!

"Young Master!"

Keer shrieked in despair...