Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 560: Surprise

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Surprise

"So that’s how it is."

Seeing Flame Graham impatiently attacking Young Master Holland, Wyatt Barnes’ eyes lit up with understanding.

In terms of offensive capability...

Young Master Holland slightly outmatched Flame Graham.

In terms of speed...

Young Master Holland was inferior to Flame Graham.

So, Young Master Holland chose defense over offence.

Because he knew that recklessly attacking would allow Flame Graham to seize opportunities.

"So, Young Master Sword had such a strategy in mind."

"This way, Young Master Sword will be in an invincible position!"

...

Soon, many people were able to guess Young Master Holland’s plan.

Flame Graham realized this too, his face changed drastically as he angrily yelled at Young Master Holland, "Young Master Sword, do you even have the courage to attack me?"

It was apparent that Flame Graham wanted to provoke him.

However, Young Master Holland remained utterly calm, ignoring him completely.

Flame Graham’s face turned incredibly gloomy.

After waiting for a while and realizing that Young Master Holland was not going to take the initiative to attack, Flame Graham launched another attack.

If the stalemate continued, he would be eliminated.

Only then did he realize...

Young Master Sword had foreseen all of this.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

...

Solid ’Origin Force Finger Strengths’ shot out, breaking through the sky.

They swept toward Young Master Holland.

Yet, every time, the sword in Young Master Holland’s hand would timely shatter Flame Graham’s ’Origin Force Finger Strengths’.

Young Master Holland was just slow in his movement.

But the speed of the sword in his hand was not slow at all.

Sword moves couldn’t increase his speed.

But the speed of the sword could be increased.

In the end, the battle between Young Master Holland and Flame Graham ended in a draw.

According to the terms set by Young Master Holland earlier, Flame Graham missed out on the five spots.

"Hmph!"

The Emperor of the Green Forest Royal Country glanced at Flame Graham and snorted coldly.

Flame Graham shuddered at the sound.

He knew...

He had disappointed his father.

"In three days, the five of you are to gather at the palace and depart for the ’Blackstone Empire’!"

The Emperor of the Green Forest Royal Country’s gaze passed over Wyatt Barnes and the other four.

They nodded in response.

Then, the Emperor of the Green Forest Royal Country looked at Brendan Rowan and said, "Chairman Rowan, I will take my leave first."

"Take care, Your Majesty."

Brendan Rowan nodded.

After the departure of the Emperor of the Green Forest Royal Country, the ’Talent Showdown’ also came to an end.

Flame Graham trudged slowly towards the depths of the palace, his figure desolate.

There was his royal palace.

For the first time, he didn’t linger around Fairy Sinclair, ’Sophie Tyler’.

The others all dispersed.

When Wyatt Barnes left, he could feel two intense gazes full of murderous intent on his back.

The owners of these gazes were none other than the Victory King father and son.

"Father, are we just going to let Wyatt Barnes go to the Black Stone Empire?"

Constant Graham’s face was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Don’t worry.....he won’t reach the Blackstone Empire!"

The Victory King’s eyes were filled with deadly intent, "The one who humiliated my Victory Manor will not survive."

"Father, do you have a plan?"

Constant Graham’s eyes brightened, his face cleared of shadows.

The Victory King nodded.

Meanwhile, outside the palace...

In a carriage that was leaving, five people sat in the spacious carriage chamber.

The carriage initially carried three people.

Wyatt Barnes, Brendan Rowan, Alfonso Rowan.

But then, there were two more people.

Young Master Holland, Walter Simmons.

"Walter Simmons, you, what kind of great adventure have you encountered these years? You have attained such remarkable cultivation."

Wyatt Barnes stared at Walter Simmons, asking with his Origin Force condensed voice.

Walter Simmons responded with his Origin Force condensed voice, "Wyatt Barnes, not long after I left the ’Sacred Martial Academy,’ I took my parents and left our original residence... Later, I entered the Green Forest Royal Country alone to struggle, and happened to meet my current Master."

When it came to his Master, Walter Simmons’ eyes were filled with reverence.

It was obvious that he reveres his ’Master’ greatly.

"Master?"

Wyatt Barnes was startled.

Was there someone in the Green Forest Royal Country that could cultivate a martial arts genius like Walter Simmons?

"Yes."

Walter Simmons nodded.

"Is your Master from the Three Sects of Green Forest?"

Wyatt Barnes frowned and asked.

The Origin Force condensed voice this time had a hint of somberness.

Green Forest Three Sects?

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, Walter Simmons showed a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "My Master has nothing to do with the Green Forest Three Sects... Moreover, the master of that Kase Dragonsmith is not from the Green Forest Three Sects either!"

Not from the Green Forest Three Sects?

Wyatt Barnes heaved a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to face Walter Simmons, his old friend.

"Do you know the origin of your Master?"

Wyatt Barnes asked curiously.

Walter Simmons shook his head, "I don’t know, my master has always been very mysterious... However, from what he tells me, he seems to come from a faraway place. Ah, he also has a senior disciple, who’s his lifelong adversary, that’s the master of Kase Dragonsmith."

Wyatt Barnes was taken aback.

He remembered.

Today, Kase Dragonsmith and Walter Simmons had arrived one after the other at the palace.

Kase Dragonsmith had mentioned something about an ’Uncle Master Sword’.

And Walter Simmons had mentioned something about an ’Uncle Master Blade’.

Walter Simmons knew nothing about the origins of his master or Kase Dragonsmith’s master.

In fact, he didn’t even know how strong his master was.

"All I know is that it seems my master was wandering until he reached here... and that Uncle Master Blade followed my master all the way here!"

Walter Simmons continued.

"They’re adversaries?"

Wyatt Barnes asked curiously.

"How do you know?"

At Wyatt Barnes’ question, Walter Simmons could not help but stare for a moment.

Wyatt Barnes replied with an expected smile, "You and Kase Dragonsmith, from beginning to end, have been showing strong hostility towards each other... And, your ’Uncle Master Blade’, considering he followed your master all the way to the Royal Country of Green Forest, probably isn’t on very good terms with him."

"Indeed, their relationship isn’t very good... Uncle Master Blade, in front of my master, never admits defeat. So much so that every once in a while, he challenges my master to fight!"

Upon saying this, a smile emerged at the corner of Walter Simmons’s mouth, "Unfortunately, each and every time, Uncle Master Blade ends up losing."

Immediately afterwards, Walter Simmons added, "As for Kase Dragonsmith, he’s the disciple Uncle Master Blade took in later... Uncle Master Blade knows it’s difficult for him to surpass my master in this lifetime. So, he nurtures the idea of raising a disciple who can surpass mine."

"Uncle Master Blade is very competitive. He won’t rest until he’s better than my master in some way."

Walter Simmons finished in one breath.

Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but shake his head.

His mind started to churn.

Walter Simmons’ master seemed to be no ordinary man.

He had brought about such a drastic change in Walter Simmons in just a few short years.

In Wyatt Barnes’ view, even the strongest at the peak of the Great Turdo Dynasty might not have been able to accomplish such a thing.

That is to say,

Walter Simmons’ master is very likely from ’outside territory’.

And Kase Dragonsmith’s master is likely from ’outside territory’ as well.

"Wyatt Barnes, it has been a while since I’ve been back to Crimson Heaven Kingdom... Are Remi Sinclair, Seeker Sinclair, and Tiggi Field all okay?"

Walter Simmons looked at Wyatt Barnes and asked.

This time, he didn’t use any Origin Force to condense his voice.

His words fell into the ears of everyone in the carriage.

"They’re okay."

Wyatt Barnes replied with a benign nod, "Two years ago, I went back to the Crimson Heaven Kingdom and saw them."

"That’s good."

Walter Simmons nodded, his gaze a bit distant, "Just like that, six or seven years have passed... Their changes mustn’t be small either. Time passes so quickly."

"Yes indeed, time waits for no one."

Wyatt Barnes deeply agreed.

"At your young age, you’re already feeling the ruthlessness of time... What do you expect me to feel as an old man?"

Hearing the conversation between Wyatt Barnes and Walter Simmons, Brendan Rowan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Wyatt Barnes, Walter Simmons, tell us some stories about your past."

Handmi Holland’s eyes glittered with curiosity as he asked.

He was naturally sociable.

Having been introduced to Walter Simmons by Wyatt Barnes, he now considered Walter a friend.

With a smile, Wyatt Barnes briefly narrated some events from his past.

Mostly, he talked about when Walter Simmons first left.

"So, Walter Simmons was much weaker than you when he left?"

Alfonso Rowan stared at Wyatt Barnes and asked.

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"Walter... How did you survive all these years? How did you attain such terrifying cultivation and comprehend ’Micro Sword Techniques’?"

Handmi Holland stared at Walter Simmons in disbelief.

He had thought, from their shared past, Wyatt Barnes and Walter Simmons would be roughly equal in strength.

Who would have thought,

Walter Simmons was much weaker than Wyatt Barnes back then.

Though Brendan Rowan didn’t say anything, the faint glint in his dull eyes revealed his curiosity.

Walter Simmons’ progress was rather unbelievable to him too.

"Just good luck I suppose,"

Walter Simmons replied lightly, with no intention to elaborate.

Both Alfonso Rowan and Handmi Holland, being savvy people, didn’t ask further.

"Luck is also a form of strength,"

Unexpectedly, Brendan Rowan interjected.

"Walter Simmons, these few days, if you don’t have a place to stay, you might as well stay at the headquarters of the Artifact Refiners Association,"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Walter Simmons and suggested.

On hearing this, Walter Simmons looked at Brendan Rowan, "I don’t mind... I just don’t know if I would be a nuisance to Chairman Rowan?"

"No trouble at all,"

Brendan Rowan quickly shook his head.

He wouldn’t dare be negligent towards someone personally invited by Wyatt Barnes.

So, Walter Simmons temporarily moved into the fifth floor of the Artifact Refiners Association Headquarters.

The fifth floor, previously inhabited only by Brendan Rowan, now bustled with activity.

On the second day,

Wyatt Barnes stayed in his room, devoting himself to cultivation.

Nine Dragons War Sovereign, Thunder Flood Dragon Transformation!

Wyatt Barnes’ consciousness was immersed in his cultivation, oblivious to the outside world.

"Master!"

It wasn’t until a concentrated Origin Force voice reached Wyatt Barnes’ ears from outside his room, that he was roused from his cultivation.

"What happened?"

Wyatt Barnes discerned the voice–it was Brendan Rowan, the Chairman of Artifact Refiners Association Headquarters.

"Master, we’ve got news about the items you were looking for!"

Brendan Rowan’s voice echoed again, resonating with Origin Force.

What?!

The news delivered by Brendan Rowan’s voice jolted Wyatt Barnes, who was newly awakened from cultivation and still somewhat muddle-headed.

"Is it the ’Phoenix Feather Grass’ or the ’Everlasting Root’?"

Wyatt Barnes asked, his face brightening, excitement evident in his voice.

He could guess.

What Brendan Rowan referred to must be one of these two items.