Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 382: In the Spotlight

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: In the Spotlight

Upon hearing Sonny Clark’s words, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but smile.

This Young Master Sword, really, is...a character.

Of course, Wyatt Barnes knew in his heart that it was Young Master Sword’s standing within the Returning Origin Sect that allowed him to silence the sect’s elders with just a sentence.

If it had been any other ordinary disciple of the Returning Origin Sect, they would have probably been expelled from the sect already.

Not to mention have several Returning Origin Sect elders personally ’invite’ them.

"Humph! This Young Master Sword, being one of the five great masters of the Green Forest Royal Country, is so despicable, really disgracing our generation of young people in the Green Forest Royal Country."

Sitting aside, Eugene Morgan, who had also heard Sonny Clark’s words, snorted coldly, apparently disliking Young Master Sword’s behavior.

Wyatt Barnes cast a casual glance at Eugene Morgan; he didn’t agree with him.

In his view.

One should live one’s life with a clear conscience.

Although he didn’t know Young Master Sword, nor had he ever met him, the latter’s true temperament won his deep admiration.

"This Eugene Morgan, he’s in trouble."

As Eugene Morgan’s words just fell, Wyatt Barnes noticed.

In a pavilion not far away, the faces of four young men changed color when they heard Eugene Morgan’s unlowered voice.

In a short while, one slender young man stepped out from the pavilion and stood on a spacious flat ground.

For a moment, in the Martial Arts Institute, apart from Young Master Blade ’Kase Dragonsmith’ who was still holding the blade and sitting with his eyes closed, everyone else’s gaze fell on this young man.

"What does this disciple of the Returning Origin Sect want to do?"

Many people were puzzled.

Just at this moment.

Wyatt Barnes could see, the Returning Origin Sect disciple’s sharp gaze swept towards their pavilion, falling on Eugene Morgan.

"Senior Brother Holland, is the person I respect most in my life... This man from the Seven Stars Sword Clan, the one who dared to target Senior Brother Holland in his words, should indeed be strong. Although the competition hasn’t even started yet, we could warm up with a duel now, what do you think?"

The Returning Origin Sect disciple said to Eugene Morgan in a light tone, implying some provocation.

"Hmph! Are you thinking I would be scared of you?"

Facing the challenge from the Returning Origin Sect disciple, Eugene Morgan was not in the least afraid, and sprang from his seat to face the disciple head on.

"Young Master Sword’s surname is Holland?"

Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows, watching with great interest the showdown before his eyes.

Except for Young Master Blade ’Kase Dragonsmith’, everyone else watched the scene in front of them with the same interest as Wyatt Barnes.

Suddenly.

The disciple from the Returning Origin Sect launched.

Whoosh!

He changed into a flash of lightning, swiftly sweeping across the ground.

In his right hand, the Origin Force was rising and roaring. The ’Spiritual Palm Cover’ flashed a dazzling light...

Swish!

The Returning Origin Sect disciple struck down, forming three substantial palm prints in mid-air, shrieking as they fell, covering Eugene Morgan.

Above his head, the six hundred ancient giant elephant shadows suddenly added nearly one hundred and seventy more shadows...

This Returning Origin Sect disciple is clearly a fourth-layer martial artist of the Original Infant Realm.

As for his Palm Cover, it is a Seventh-Class Spirit Weapon.

The force contained in his palm was equivalent to the power of about seven hundred and seventy ancient giant elephants!

"Come on!"

Eugene Morgan shouted, his feet moving as if he had turned into the wind, meeting his foe head-on.

Zoom!

Eugene Morgan shook his hand and took out a Seventh-Class Spirit Sword. As he swung the sword, it transformed into a flurry of sword shadows, like falling petals meeting his foe head-on.

In the sky, seven hundred and seventy ancient giant elephant shadows appeared as well!

Eugene Morgan is also a martial artist of the fourth layer in the Original Infant Realm.

"Their strengths are equal!"

Many people exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, the Returning Origin Sect disciple and Eugene Morgan collided hard. The three substantial palm prints roared and fell, colliding with the swinging sword shadows in Eugene Morgan’s hand.

Boom!

The terrifying collision of forces shook the air, creating a ripple effect that turned into a gust of wind, blowing towards the spectators in the pavilions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

The Returning Origin Sect disciple and Eugene Morgan passed by each other at the same speed, clashing several more times.

It was a draw!

On the ground, the dust filled the air, almost enveloping the two.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

...

The sound of the palm wind echoed continuously.

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

...

The sound of the sword shadow was always following them.

"They probably won’t be able to determine a victor."

Wyatt Barnes’s gaze never left the two...

With his keen mental power, he could tell.

Discussing power.

The disciple of the Returning Origin Sect is on par with Eugene Morgan.

Discussing speed.

Both of them are evenly matched.

Even now, the consumption of their Origin Force is nearly identical.

This battle, which lasted half an hour, still had no definitive victor.

The spectators, losing their patience, said, "It’s a draw; continuing this fight is pointless!"

"Indeed. Both of you have similar strength and speed, and there’s little difference in your usage of martial techniques and combat experience. Continuing this will only drain your Origin Force and affect the subsequent ’Martial Arts’."

"Stop fighting."

...

Many were kindly advising.

"Kid, I’ll let you off this time... But, if you dare slander Senior Brother Holland again, even if it means going down with you, I’ll kill you!"

The disciple from the Returning Origin Sect moved aside, casting a cold gaze at Eugene Morgan.

"You are willing to risk your life for Young Master Holland, who is infatuated with vanity?"

Eugene Morgan’s face turned ugly to the extreme, and he didn’t doubt the other’s words.

If this disciple of the Returning Origin Sect was really determined to die with him, he indeed would have no escape.

"No matter what Senior Brother Holland has become, I only know that he once saved my life, and if he ever needs me, I can give this life back to him at any moment."

The pupils of the Returning Origin Sect’s disciple were filled with coldness, and his speech was mixed with murderous intent.

Everyone present could feel the resolution of this disciple of the Returning Origin Sect.

"Crazy!"

Eugene Morgan couldn’t help but curse, yet he dared not speak ill of Young Master Holland anymore.

If he spoke ill of Young Master Holland again, he did not doubt that the disciple of the Returning Origin Sect would charge at him once more.

This guy is simply mad!

Seeing the disciple of the Returning Origin Sect retreat to the pavilion, admiration appeared in Wyatt’s eyes...

The disciple of the Returning Origin Sect knew how to repay kindness and was indeed a real man!

Following this, many others left the pavilion, stepping onto the spacious field in the middle of the Martial Arts Institute, sparring with each other...

Wyatt lazily chewed on his snack. After watching a few rounds, he grew a bit drowsy.

"Brother of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, how about we have a spar?"

Suddenly, Wyatt heard a sharp voice in his ear. As he lifted his head, he saw a young man with an obscene appearance and a skinny build standing not far away, smiling at him.

There was a hint of mockery in the young man’s eyes.

"Wyatt, ignore him! This disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect has just lost to me and another two participants. He’s trying to regain his confidence by challenging you."

At this moment, Sonny Clark’s voice rang in Wyatt’s ear through Origin Force.

Pick on me to regain balance?

Upon hearing this, Wyatt realized that this young man, who had been mistreated three times, likely thought he could easily be defeated due to his young age. He intended to regain his balance and vent his frustration on him...

Want to vent his anger on me?

A faint, unnoticeable smile appeared on Wyatt’s lips.

"What, Seven Stars Sword Sect brother, are you scared to spar with me?"

The obscene-looking disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect stared at Wyatt, his face bearing a mocking smile, "It seems that the disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect are nothing special! You’re even afraid to spar with me. How disappointing... In my opinion, you disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect should go back to where you came from. Your presence here is just an embarrassment!"

"The first sect of the Royal Country... I spit!"

By the end, the disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect even started cursing the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

Just when Wyatt’s gaze turned cold, ready to retaliate.

"Ridiculous!"

Sonny Clark suddenly stood up, sneered at the disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect, "Since you say the disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect are nothing special...then how about I fight you again?"

Even though both are at the fourth level of the Original Infant Realm, Sonny Clark is already halfway into the fifth level...

There are few at the fourth level of the Original Infant Realm who can stand against him.

The face of the disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect turned grim upon seeing Sonny Clark intervene.

"Sonny Clark."

At this moment, a sudden voice entered Wyatt’s ear, "I think what this disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect said makes sense... Since we are here today, we should fight for the honor of the Seven Stars Sword Sect! You’ve just defeated this disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect and brought honor to our sect, which is commendable."

"Now, since this disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect has specifically challenged Wyatt, naturally, Wyatt should be the one to confront him... to uphold the dignity of our Seven Stars Sword Sect! Wyatt, do you agree with what I said?"

The person speaking now was none other than ’Garrett Yellow,’ the personal disciple of Sect Leader of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, Zeke Foxsong!

Half a month ago, when Zeke Foxsong gave Wyatt a Green Origin Fruit, this ’Garrett Yellow,’ who was constantly annoyed by Wyatt, emerged.

"Garrett Yellow, you!!"

Seeing this, Sonny Clark’s face turned pale, and he pointed at Garrett Yellow angrily, "Are you really a disciple of our Seven Stars Sword Sect? Helping outsiders to bully your fellow disciples... if one didn’t know better, they might think that you are a disciple of the Mountain-Opening Sect."

Garrett Yellow calmly said, "Sonny Clark, your words are a bit exaggerated. I am merely stating a fact... Eugene Morgan, what do you think?"

"I agree with Garrett Yellow."

Eugene Morgan nodded, and when his eyes swept across Wyatt, they emitted a cold light.

With Garrett Yellow and Eugene Morgan working in tandem, Wyatt was pushed into a precarious position.

Their words fell in Wyatt’s ears, causing his expression to darken and a cold smile to appear at the corner of his mouth.

What this pair was planning, he understood all too well.

They simply wanted him to make a fool of himself in full view of the public...

Even on the way to the ’Demon Lotus Blade Sect,’ he had already noticed their various hostilities towards him.

These hostilities were driven mostly by jealousy.

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