Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 537: Water Overcomes Fire

Chapter 537: Chapter 537: Water Overcomes Fire

"I’m up!"

A booming voice erupted from the eastern spectator stands.

Then, a strapping middle-aged man rose from the seat and was escorted into the ’Prisoner’s Arena’ by the staff.

"It seems that the enticement of half a million pieces of gold is quite considerable,"

Wyatt Barnes chuckled.

"Not just half a million coins... for a martial artist, the ’death match’ in the Prisoner’s Arena is an excellent way to stimulate one’s potential,"

Young Master Mad ’Alfonso Rowan’ remarked.

In his eyes, a glimmer of combative heat was evident.

"Alfonso, it seems you can’t wait... However, you currently are in the ’Peep Naught Realm Fourth Level’, opponents are scant at this level,"

Young Master Sword ’Handmi Holland’ smiled.

"Wyatt Barnes, if there are ’slaves’ or ’Demon Beasts’ at the Peep Naught Realm Fourth Level, you can’t contend them with me!"

Alfonso addressed Wyatt.

"The Demon Beasts are mine. You take the slaves,"

Wyatt retorted indifferently.

Coming to the Prisoner’s Arena, he naturally wasn’t just there to watch the commotion.

He also wanted to experience the thrill of fighting a Demon Beast of equal cultivation with all his might...

"Then it’s settled!"

Alfonso nodded in agreement.

Despite having more concerns about the Demon Beasts than the slaves,

he was not afraid of ordinary ’Peep Naught Realm Level Four’ slaves.

From the conversation between Wyatt and Alfonso, it became clear.

Wyatt Barnes, having steadily advanced to ’Peep Naught realm Level Four’, was now on a par with Alfonso!

"Squeak~~"

The little golden mouse perched on Wyatt’s shoulder let out a noise, its verdant eyes gleaming with fervor.

"What’s wrong, Little Gold, do you want to join the action too?"

Wyatt turned to the little golden mouse, asking with condensed Origin Force.

"Squeak~~"

The small golden mouse nodded, its spirit lifting up, it condensed its Origin Force and said, "Brother Leandro, if there are any ’slaves’ or ’Demon Beasts’ of Peep Naught Realm Eighth Level, I want to battle them!"

Wyatt shot the small golden mouse a glance, immediately questioning Alfonso and Handmi, "Are there any slaves or Demon Beasts of Peep Naught Realm Seventh Level or above in the Prisoner’s Arena?"

"Peep Naught Realm Level Seven?"

Hearing Wyatt’s words, the two were momentarily puzzled before simultaneously shaking their heads.

"It’s impossible for there to be slaves or Demon Beasts of Peep Naught Realm Level Seven or above!"

Alfonso echoed, "Even if there were slaves or Demon Beasts of Peep Naught Realm Level Seven or above in the Prisoner’s Arena, they wouldn’t be let out on the stage... Such beings are generally collected by that ’Victory King’ in the royal mansion, keep as a deterrent or sold at a high price."

"Indeed, if a being of Peep Naught Realm Seventh Level or higher were to appear in the Prisoner’s Arena, it would surely be a waste!"

Handmi Holland affirmed.

Realising this, Wyatt Barnes looked at the small golden mouse and communicated with condensed Origin Energy, "Little Gold, it seems you won’t have a chance to appear."

Upon hearing the words, the small golden mouse hung his head in dejection.

Wyatt’s gaze soon landed on the Prisoner’s Arena.

Presently, the strapping middle-aged man who had entered the arena was engaged in a battle with a slave.

Both being Seventh-Order Original Infants, they were evenly matched.

Their confrontation was a mix of kicks and punches, with Origin Force ravaging around, making the audience captivated.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the slave let out a roar akin to a fierce beast, charged insanely towards the strapping middle-aged man as if possessed by madness.

The situation, which was initially evenly matched,

now turned precarious as the slave suddenly made a desperate strike, a trace of fear flashed across the middle-aged man’s face.

It was precisely this moment of hesitation that led to his downfall.

Accompanied by a sudden stop of a terrifying scream.

He was literally torn apart by the slave...

The mutilated corpse flew out in two directions and crashed thunderously onto the ground.

This bloody scene surprisingly ignited the atmosphere like a fuse.

Many spectators excitedly rose from their seats, swinging their fists in cheers.

"Barbarian!"

"Barbarian!"

...

The cheering roared out and enveloped the entire Prisoner’s Arena.

"Barbarian? Is that the name of the slave?"

Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

He peered through the large iron cage in front of him and saw the word branded on the slave’s face...

Barbarian!

Subsequently, the fighting in the Prisoner’s Arena continued in full swing.

...

"This is a First level demon beast of the Peep Naught Realm, the ’Flame Lion’. Is there any Peep Naught Realm Level One challenger willing to fight it? Whoever kills the Flame Lion will receive three million gold coins!"

The old man floating above the Prisoner’s Arena conveyed this to the crowd.

In the arena, a ’Flame Lion’ with a body covered with fiery red mane stood.

The Flame Lion was like a small mountain, occasionally opening its gaping mouth, its sharp eyes reflecting a bloody glint, which inadvertently exuded a sense of oppression.

"This Flame Lion, they say, is a ’Demon Beast’ that is favored by Heaven... Once it breaks through to the Peep Naught Realm First Level and reaches Demon Beast stature, it can comprehend the ’initial realization of the fire power’,"

Alfonso lamented.

"Few First Level warriors of the Peep Naught Realm can defeat this ’Flame Lion’... It seems that no one will step forward,"

Handmi Holland observed.

"Indeed."

Wyatt Barnes nodded in agreement.

Although he, Handmi, and Alfonso, any one of them during their ’Peep Naught Realm First Level’ was capable of contending with the ’Flame Lion’.

However, in the Royal Country amid ample greenery, individuals possessing such talent and comprehension were indeed rare.

"Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins! Open your dog eyes and watch... The Peep Naught Realm Level One Flame Lion is no match for me, a ’Peep Naught Realm Level One Warrior’!"

Suddenly, an ear-piercing voice echoed in Wyatt, Handmi, and Alfonso’s ears.

Whoosh!’

Immediately after, they noticed the flamboyantly-dressed youth sitting not too far away flying out and landing outside the Prisoner’s Arena.

The flamboyant youth turned around, shot a challenging glare at Wyatt, Alfonso, and Handmi.

Under the arrangement of the Gladiator Arena staff, they entered the arena.

The elderly man who followed the youth in brocade stood still, making no movements.

"He’s a martial artist in the first level of the Peep Naught Realm?"

Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows.

The brocade-clad youth was not old, at most around thirty years old.

At his age, having reached the ’Peep Naught Realm, first level’, even in the Royal Country of Green Forest, his talent could be considered top-notch.

"Young Master Sword, do you know if there is such a character in the Imperial City?"

Alfonso Rowan’s brows furrowed as he asked Handmi Holland.

Alfonso was quite upset by the brocade-clad youth’s attitude.

A knowing smile flashed across Handmi Holland’s lips, "Alfonso, his relationship with the Gladiator Arena...is not shallow."

Clearly, Handmi Holland recognized the youth in brocade.

"Has a deep relationship with the Gladiator Arena?"

Alfonso scowled and finally admitted defeat, swearing, "You... why don’t you just spill the beans instead of beating around the bush?"

"Sigh, I was about to say... but with your current attitude, I don’t feel like sharing."

Handmi Holland put on an affectation of sighing and a look of ’what can you do with me’.

This made Alfonso grit his teeth in irritation.

Wyatt Barnes’ gaze landed on the Gladiator Arena.

The brocade-clad youth was now covered in a layer of Origin Force, looking as though he was enshrouded in ’white flames’.

Within this ’white flame’, streaks of blue energy thrummed.

"Water energy?"

Wyatt Barnes’ brows lifted.

The brocade-clad youth, though arrogant, had to be admitted as having some ability.

Shuu!

Above the void over the head of the youth, the phantom images of 2200 ancient mammoths gradually formed.

Peep Naught Realm, first level!

Initiate understanding of Water Energy!

"Roar~~"

Facing the youth, a trace of fear appeared in the Flame Lion’s pupils.

Water overcomes fire.

What it had just begun to grasp was ’Initial Understanding of Fire Energy’.

"Die!"

Suddenly, the youth’s eyes turned cold, his figure dashed out, as smooth as a pool of autumn water.

"Roar!!"

The Flame Lion would naturally not sit and await its death. It rushed out, its mouth wide open.

A strong Origin Force spilled from its mouth, turning into a beam of light, lunging straight out, fiercely striking the youth in brocade.

Surrounding the beam of light, a cluster of red energy, spread around.

This was the ’Initial Understanding of Fire Energy’.

"An ant trying to topple a tree!"

The youth in brocade roared, his clothes fluttered without wind.

He raised his fist, the Origin Force soared.

Boom!

The youth’s punch was thrown, a formed punch mark of Origin Force fiercely lunged out.

Within it pervaded streaks of blue energy.

Similar amounts of Origin Force, similar ’energy’...

Finally, the youth’s punch of Origin Force and the beam of light had a collision.

A ’boom’ resounded.

Shaaa!

The air currents moved around, producing ripples as if it were waves, spreading out in all directions.

A wild gale spread outwards from the center.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the Flame Lion let out another roar.

However, this roar was somewhat low.

The youth’s punch instantly shattered the beam of Origin Force that the Flame Lion had sprayed from its mouth.

This gentle ’Initial Understanding of Water Energy’ crushed the ’Initial Understanding of Fire Energy’ as if it were rotten wood.

Add this to the youth’s Origin Force which was not any weaker than the Flame Lion’s.

Boom!

The youth’s punch, after shattering the beam of Origin Force, continued to hit the Flame Lion’s forehead.

"Roar~~"

The Flame Lion let out a mournful roar, its body knocked flying.

The youth pursued his advantage, his fist fell once again.

The gentle ’water energy’ completely restrained the Flame Lion.

Before long, the Flame Lion’s head was smashed by the youth, directly killed.

Suddenly, wave after wave of cheers erupted from the surrounding audience.

A few young women looked at the youth in brocade with fiery and longing gazes, seemingly wishing they could devour him.

"Hmph! He does have some ability."

Handmi Holland scoffed.

"But he merely made use of the advantage of ’water energy’, otherwise, he might not have been a match for the ’Flame Lion’."

Alfonso also huffed.

"Regardless, he has won in the end."

Wyatt Barnes smiled faintly.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wyatt noticed.

When the youth received the rewards for killing the ’Flame Lion’, the old man in charge of the Gladiator Arena actually bent his waist in front him, as if he was bowing in a form of ceremonial greeting.

"It seems this person’s identity is not simple."

Wyatt thought secretly.

At this moment, the youth in brocade, having taken his stack of gold tickets as rewards, returned.

His gaze towards Wyatt Barnes and the others was even more haughty.

"Just a ’Peep Naught Realm first level martial artist,’ what’s there to be proud of?"

Alfonso sneered, not bothering to hide his disdain.

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