Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 550: Confronting Charles Davidson

Chapter 550: Chapter 550: Confronting Charles Davidson

As soon as Wyatt’s words fell, Charles Davidson’s face completely changed.

Ron Ferguson’s face also changed, and angrily said, "Wyatt, my senior brother spared your life back then. Not only did you not appreciate it, but you even repaid kindness with revenge!"

"Spare my life? Repay kindness with revenge?"

Wyatt was taken aback by Ron Ferguson’s words, then he started laughing uncontrollably.

The crowd’s gazes fell onto Ron Ferguson, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

What happened between Wyatt and Charles Davidson was just thoroughly explained by Wyatt.

Charles Davidson used his incredibly strong power to bully others and humiliated Wyatt over and over again. Yet, he didn’t bother to kill Wyatt...

What does this have to do with repaying kindness with revenge?

"Ron Ferguson!"

Wyatt’s gaze became as sharp as a knife. His icy cold voice echoed, "If I break your limbs for no reason now, leaving only your life. When you are lying in bed in the future, will you also appreciate me and thank me for sparing you?"

Wyatt asked, word by word.

Ron Ferguson turned pale and speechless at Wyatt’s words.

If that really happened, would he be grateful to Wyatt?

Not at all!

He would loathe Wyatt to the bone.

Seeing Ron Ferguson closing his mouth, Wyatt’s murderous gaze refocused on Charles Davidson, filled with savagery.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Finally, the elder in black clothes next to Charles Davidson, Ford Bushell, the Supreme Elder of the Black Fiend Sect, spoke, "About the past incident...my lack of discipline as a master... I hope you can spare my unworthy disciple for my sake."

Under the pressure of Wyatt’s connections and the terrifying strength of Little Gold, Ford Bushell gave in.

Just when everyone gestured whether Wyatt would save Ford Bushell’s face.

"For your sake?"

Wyatt sized up Ford Bushell as under the expectation of the crowd, and said slowly, "Do I know you? Why should I give you face? Who do you think you are?!"

Wyatt’s words left the crowd dumbfounded.

Wasn’t he being too harsh?

"You...You!!"

Ford Bushell was so angry that his face turned red. His eyes seemed to bulge out and his body trembled incessantly.

As the Supreme Elder of the Black Fiend Sect, a second layer practitioner of the Enter Void Realm.

When was he ever insulted like this?

"Wyatt. you dare to insult my master!"

Ron Ferguson, after all, was a young man, full of youthful spirit. He lunged at Wyatt.

"Get lost!"

But before he could even get close to Wyatt, Alfonso Rowan kicked him away. He landed heavily on the ground.

"You dare to touch my disciples?"

Ford Bushell’s face changed and he looked at Alfonso Rowan, and his authoritative gaze was dyed with murderous intent.

The powerful pressure of the second layer of Enter Void Realm emanated from him, pressing on Alfonso Rowan, making his face change drastically.

At this moment, anyone who knew Alfonso Rowan in the crowd looked idiotically at Ford Bushell.

They knew Ford Bushell was in trouble.

Could he mess with Young Master Mad, Alfonso Rowan?

At this moment.

A deafening hum came suddenly.

It shook the majority of the people present, churning their blood.

"You, dare to touch my grandson?"

Then, most of the people present only felt a gust of wind blowing in their faces, causing their cheeks to hurt.

Boom!

Accompanied by loud noise.

Ford Bushell, the Supreme Elder of the Black Fiend Sect, with his imposing manner just a moment ago, was now sent flying, as if shot by an arrow, and heavily collided with a stele not far away.

Bang!

The stone stele split apart, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Ford Bushell, with his face as white as a sheet, vomited several mouthfuls of clotted blood.

Only after consuming some pill medicine, was he barely able to stand up.

But the standing body was still swaying.

His gaze fell on the old man who had struck against him in the distance, filled with fear, "Who... who are you?"

"You, are not worthy to know my name!"

The old man scornfully glanced at Ford Bushell and turned back to Alfonso Rowan.

"Brendan Rowan, you old fellow also came?"

At that moment, Millon Pond, who was standing in the sky as if he discovered a new world, fell beside the old man.

Brendan Rowan?

Millon Pond’s words stunned Ford Bushell.

"Brendan Rowan? The president of the Royal Country Artifact Refiner Association?"

Ford Bushell was shocked.

Then, his gaze fell on Alfonso Rowan, "Is this young man the ’Young Master Mad’ who is the head of the Five Prince of the Royal Country?"

A bitter smile covered Ford Bushell’s face.

If he had known earlier that this was ’Young Master Mad’ Alfonso Rowan, he wouldn’t have dared to bully anyone, even if he had ten guts.

"These people from the Black Fiend Sect really act high and mighty!"

"Yeah, like master, like disciple... Today, I truly understand the ’essence’ of this saying."

"The big one provoked Wyatt, the small one provoked Young Master Mad, and the old one was even more awesome... went straight to Chairman Rowan."

"Chairman Rowan, is a ’six-layer of Enter Void Realm’ being... It is said that his strength is not inferior to any of the five sacrificial officers of the imperial family."

...

A group of onlookers sighed.

These words, heard in the ears of the three from the Black Fiend Sect, turned their faces ugly.

Especially Ford Bushell and Ron Ferguson, who were already injured, they were aggravated to the point of spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Seeing his master injured, Charles Davidson knew that they had lost the upper hand.

He looked at Wyatt and said coldly, "You’ve been saying you want to kill me, use me as a stepping stone to step on. Do you dare fight me without borrowing the power of others to prove that you can step on me?"

"If you dare not... then to me, you are still that ’ant’ of years past!"

Sarcasm dripping from his words, Charles Davidson spoke.

At this very moment, everyone present could see it clearly.

Charles was using the ’Goad Strategy’.

He sought to infuriate Wyatt Barnes, causing him to act rashly and truly engage him in personal battle.

For a moment, the eyes of everyone present rested upon Wyatt’s figure.

An ant?

Wyatt laughed, "Charles, are you suggesting that I dare not fight you?"

"Hmph!"

Charles scoffed, "Are you suggesting that you dare?"

"Since you demand a personal fight, then I’ll accommodate you...Little Gold, head over to Alfonso."

Wyatt wore a completely unperturbed look on his face.

Hearing Wyatt’s acceptance, joy surged within Charles.

In his view, Wyatt had accepted because he did not know his cultivation level.

Otherwise, there was no chance Wyatt would have agreed.

He was a being of the ’Peep Naught Realm Sixth Layer’!

Seeing that Wyatt had fallen into Charles’s ’Goad Strategy’, many shook their heads in their regret.

"Wyatt is too impulsive! If Charles dared to challenge him, it means he must be aware of Wyatt’s strength."

"Correct. Charles knows Wyatt’s strength, but Wyatt doesn’t know anything about Charles’s strength... Wyatt is at such a disadvantage for this fight."

"Surely, Charles must be confident, that’s why he used the Goad Strategy against Wyatt."

...

The crowd of onlookers murmured amongst themselves.

Many shook their heads, feeling that Wyatt was acting too rashly.

"Wyatt!"

At this moment, a string of caring Origin Force voices entered Wyatt’s ears.

Most of them were discouraging Wyatt.

The owners of these Origin Force voices were Brendan Rowan, Alfonso Rowan, Millon Pond, Handmi Holland, among others.

The details of the Origin Force messages were all roughly the same: Wyatt didn’t know Charles’s cultivation level but Charles knew his, leaving him at a disadvantage.

In response to this, Wyatt internally chuckled.

He did not know Charles’s cultivation level?

From the moment he first saw Charles outside the Imperial Palace, he had used his sharp spiritual perception, as well as the Martial Emperor’s lifelong experience, to ascertain Charles’s cultivation level.

Charles Davidson, a Peep Naught Realm Sixth Layer martial artist.

Furthermore, because he had probed Charles with his spiritual perception without him noticing, he could confirm that:

Charles was not an Inscriptionist.

"Asking for death!"

While some were concerned about Wyatt, others naturally wished for Wyatt to be killed by Charles.

Such as, the ’Victory King’ of Victory King Mansion and his son, the Young Master of Victory King Mansion, ’Constant Graham’.

Right now, their eyes were filled with schadenfreude.

"Elder brother, this Wyatt has humiliated me on many occasions. Now, since he’s so arrogant as to engage in a personal fight with you, you must avenge me!"

After consuming a healing pill, Ron Ferguson, who was hastily helped by his master, the Supreme Elder of the Black Fiend Sect ’Ford Bushell’, spoke.

At the same time, he also relayed the same message to Charles via Origin Force Transmission.

"Don’t worry, junior brother, I promise to make Wyatt bite the dust! I’ll vent your anger and also rid myself of this bane!"

The look in Charles’s eyes as he turned to Wyatt was filled with a frenzied murderous intent.

Wyatt’s talents filled him with dread and chills.

The formerly weak boy of eight years ago now possessed cultivation not far behind his own.

Now, he felt somewhat relieved.

Thankfully he had encountered Wyatt now.

Otherwise, if several more years were to pass, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Wyatt.

No one was expecting this.

Today, even before the ’Talent Duel’ of the palace commenced.

A fantastic fight had broken out at the training ground.

Wyatt Barnes versus Charles Davidson.

One was a legendary genius whose fame had spread throughout the Royal Country over the recent years.

The other was an elder from the Black Fiend Sect.

Quickly, the crowd of onlookers either retreated or levitated into the air, watching from a distance the confrontation between Wyatt and Charles.

"Wyatt ignored me."

Alfonso furrowed his brows.

Earlier, his attempt to dissuade Wyatt via Origin Force Transmission was completely ignored by him.

"I hope the fellow...really can defeat this Charles..."

Alfonso muttered to himself.

"Chirp chirp~~"

Little Gold the Mouse, standing on Alfonso’s shoulder, stared excitedly at Wyatt with its green eyes.

"Go Wyatt, beat him, beat him!"

Wyatt heard a devilish girl’s voice in his ear.

Wyatt could tell, it was the voice of Little Gold.

"Wyatt!"

Charles looked at Wyatt with a cold smile stretching across his lips, "If you have a next life, remember to be smarter!. Today, I shall send you on your way."

Clearly, Charles believed that Wyatt’s acceptance of his challenge was due to his rashness and his ’Goad Strategy’.

"I could say the same to you."

With a calm face, Wyatt retorted lightly.