Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 579 ’The Battle of Young Talents’ Begins

Chapter 579: Chapter 579 ’The Battle of Young Talents’ Begins

"Huh."

Soon, Wyatt Barnes noticed.

Faced with the temptation of the ’Void-Melting Fruit’, most of the young talents, including him, were filled with yearning.

But there were two who seemed completely fine.

Walter Simmons! Kase Dragonsmith!

"Both of them have a master from the ’Outside Territory’... perhaps they have already taken the ’Void-Melting Fruit’."

Wyatt Barnes speculated.

Once the Void-Melting Fruit has been consumed for the second time, its effect significantly lessened and provided little benefit.

"Walter Simmons, have you taken the ’Void-Melting Fruit’?"

Out of curiosity, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but use his Origin Force to ask Walter Simmons.

Upon hearing this, Walter Simmons nodded, and responded using Origin Force, "Not too long ago, my master presented me a ’Void-Melting Fruit’... I am yet to fully absorb its medicinal power. As soon as I do, I’ll be able to break through to the ’Enter Void Realm’ directly."

Enter Void Realm!

Wyatt Barnes’s pupils shrank as he looked at Walter Simmons with slight shock. "Walter, have you... comprehended the ’realm of swordsmanship’?"

Walter Simmons said once he fully absorbed the spiritual fruit power, he could directly break through to the ’Enter Void Realm’.

This statement of his made Wyatt’s imagination soar.

"Yes."

Walter Simmons lightly nodded. "I comprehended it two months ago."

As it turned out, Wyatt Barnes had guessed right.

"Two months ago, you comprehended the ’realm of swordsmanship’?"

Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but feel amazed.

The comprehension of Walter Simmons left him astounded.

He remembered how Walter Simmons had once appeared as a ’sword cultivator’ in front of him.

The young man in red who had initially emerged from the Iron Blood Army’s Genius Camp had grown so much.

Wyatt Barnes knew clearly.

Even if Walter Simmons’s cultivation level was stacked up by several heavenly treasures by his master from the ’Outside Territory’.

But Walter Simmons’s understanding of the ’realm’ was solely based on his own comprehension.

Walter Simmons’s comprehension was amazing.

Walter Simmons, he was born to be a sword cultivator.

"Wyatt Barnes, I will strive in this ’Youth Talent Competition’... If I achieve first place, I’ll give you the ’Void-Melting Fruit’."

Walter Simmons’s voice echoed in Wyatt Barnes’s ears once more.

It made Wyatt Barnes shudder imperceptibly.

He heard Walter’s sincerity in his promise.

A warmth arose in his heart.

"Walter, don’t underestimate me... You may not necessarily be my match now."

Wyatt Barnes laughed, his tone filled with confidence.

"I’m eager to see!"

Upon hearing this, Walter Simmons’s eyes suddenly brightened, filled with anticipation.

Just then, Prince Yakim, who was standing on a high platform, began to speak again. "Now, you have a quarter of an hour to rest... After a quarter of an hour, the ’Youth Talent Competition’ will officially begin!"

A quarter of an hour.

Upon hearing Prince Yakim’s words, the tightly strung young talents all let out a sigh of relief.

Some of them began to stretch their limbs.

Between the young talents of each major force and royal country, tension was high.

"Wyatt Barnes, today, I’ll defeat you!"

A confident voice echoed in Wyatt Barnes’s ears.

Though Wyatt Barnes did not turn his head, he could tell that it was Young Master Blade Kase Dragonsmith’s voice.

"I’m looking forward to it."

Wyatt Barnes responded indifferently, seemingly not taking Kase Dragonsmith’s words seriously.

"Tsk tsk... Just like what Officer Wei said, your Green Forest Royal Country really has no one left."

An exceedingly mocking voice arrived at Wyatt Barnes and the others’ ears.

Wyatt Barnes was the first to frown and look over.

He saw a young man of about thirty-five and another four in their thirties walking shoulder to shoulder towards them, staring at them with derision.

The one who opened his mouth was the thirty-five-year-old young man.

"Two young brats we’ve never heard of before are taking up two of the Green Forest Royal Country’s quotas... Whatever dog shit five princes of the Green Forest Royal Country, looks like it’s all a joke."

Another young man scoffed.

The other three young men all had looks of mockery on their faces.

Just as Alfonso Rowan, Handmi Holland, and Kase Dragonsmith were about to change their expressions,

"Idiots!"

Wyatt Barnes glanced over at the five men and slowly murmured two words.

Just in that last instant, Wyatt Barnes had received a message from Millon Pond.

He found out about the identities of the five men.

They were the five young talents of ’Baizhou Empire’.

The old guy who was previously at odds with Millon Pond was an official of the Baizhou Dynasty royal family and one of the two representatives of Baizhou Empire this time.

That old guy’s name was ’Connor Wilson’.

As a result, Wyatt Barnes was not at all polite to the five men who came to provoke them.

"You... What did you call us?!"

The five young men from Baizhou Empire turned pale in an instant.

"Haha..."

Alfonso Rowan burst into laughter, and he loudly countered, his voice full of arrogance and wantonness. "You bunch of idiots, is there a problem with your ears?"

"I’ve long heard that Baizhou Empire is renowned for producing ’idiots’. Seeing it today, the rumor clearly did not lie."

Young Master Holland also mocked, his language showing no mercy.

Clearly, Alfonso Rowan and the others had also received a message from Millon Pond and found out the identities of these men.

"Worthless!"

Kase Dragonsmith swept a glance of contempt over the five young men of Baizhou Empire, his eyes full of disdain.

At this moment, Kase Dragonsmith and Wyatt Barnes were standing on the same side.

Their representation was for the ’Green Forest Royal Country’.

To the outside world, we share honor and shame.

Idiot?

Waste?

The five youths from the Royal Country turned pale with humiliation, and their bodies quivered in anger.

This was the first time someone had insulted them so directly.

"You...you’re courting death!"

The thirty-five-year-old youth from the Royal Country, his face darkened, and his eyes were filled with fury, "Wait till the ’Young Talent Competition’ starts, I’ll trample you underfoot! I’ll let you fools know who the real waste is."

"You angered me, you’re dead meat!"

Another youth from the Royal Country licked his dry lips, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"You two brats, daring to participate in the ’Young Talent Competition’ in the Kingdom of Blackstone... Today, I will teach you a good lesson!"

Another youth from the Royal Country glared at Wyatt and Walter Simmons, with malicious intent in his eyes.

The other two youths from the Royal Country had murderous intent dancing in their eyes without exception.

"Let’s see."

Alfonso Rowan sneered.

As the five youths from the Royal Country left, the area where Wyatt and his team were regained its tranquility.

This was just a minor incident.

It hardly drew anyone’s attention.

Only the representatives of Green Forest and Royal Country paid attention to this.

Time slipped by quickly, and soon fifteen minutes had passed.

"Now, each of the nine arenas will have one ’arena master’. The others can challenge them in one-on-one matches! In the end, the nine ’arena masters’ will be determined, as well as the ’Top Talent of the Empire’, who can defeat all nine arena masters!"

Prince Yakim stood up again, his voice booming across the room.

"Today’s ’Young Talent Competition’ allows only the use of spiritual weapons. No external forces should be used."

Prince Yakim continued.

External forces, including ’Inscriptions’, referring to any power not one’s own.

"Wyatt, where is Little Gold?"

Alfonso Rowan looked at Wyatt’s shoulder and asked curiously.

In the past, there always used to be a little golden mouse on Wyatt’s shoulder, to which he had gotten accustomed.

A moment ago, he felt like something was missing from Wyatt.

After being ’reminded’ by Prince Yakim, he finally remembered Little Gold.

"I don’t know where it is...it’s lost."

Wyatt replied with a wry smile.

Lost?

The rest of the group paused in surprise.

"How did it get lost?"

Young Master Holland asked.

Although Walter Simmons didn’t ask, he looked at Wyatt curiously.

"It was the ’sandstorm.’"

Wyatt sighed.

"Sandstorm?"

Alfonso and the others seemed startled before their expressions changed simultaneously.

"Wy...Wyatt, did you travel to the ’South Wilderness’ of the Great Turdo Dynasty?"

Young Master Holland took a deep breath and asked.

Everyone with general knowledge knew that sandstorms only occurred in the ’South Wilderness’ of the Great Turdo Dynasty.

Alfonso and Walter also were no exceptions.

"You ran into a sandstorm and still didn’t die... Wyatt, you really are lucky."

Kase Dragonsmith looked towards Wyatt, fighting spirit burning in his eyes. "It seems even Heaven wants you to lose to me!"

"Kase, you seem to be very confident in yourself."

Wyatt looked at Kase deeply.

Kase raised his head, his face full of arrogance.

"Wyatt, what did you do in the ’South Wilderness’ of the Great Turdo Dynasty?"

Walter Simmons asked through Origin Force.

There was curiosity in his tone.

"I originally planned to visit the Great Turdo Dynasty but accidentally ended up in that ’South Wilderness’."

Wyatt answered using the Origin Force.

He didn’t reveal the truth.

After all, the ’Nirvana Pill’ was his secret.

Maybe Walter wouldn’t covet his Nirvana Pill.

But the allure of the Nirvana Pill was too great...

Even Walter’s mentor from the outside territory may not resist the attraction of the Nirvana Pill.

So, Wyatt was determined never to reveal the Nirvana Pill.

For both his own protection and for those around him.

Walter Simmons nodded, not suspecting anything.

By this time, nine young men had already taken the lead to ascend to the nine arenas to become the initial ’arena masters’.

Apart from the nine young men who followed them, the remaining young men were all spectators outside the arenas.

Soon, nine fierce matches began.

On the nine platforms, silhouettes moved like winds, with blades crossing paths, the battle was at its peak.

"Twelve at the Fourth Level of the Peep Naught Realm, six at the Fifth Level of the Peep Naught Realm."

Wyatt, with sharp eyes, gauged their cultivation by seeing the shadow of the ’Ancient Horned Dragons’ and ’Ancient Giants’ projected in the void above the heads of the eighteen people on the stage.

Soon, the outcome was clear on all nine stages.

Six young men at the Fifth Level of the Peep Naught Realm achieved the hit they wished for.

On two other stages, three cultivators at the Fourth Level of the Peep Naught Realm, one exploiting the power of his spirit weapon and the others overcoming opponents with superior ’vitality’, scored decisive victories.

"Good!"

"Good!"

...

Suddenly, the audience outside the arenas began to cheer.