Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 667: Token No.32

Chapter 667: Chapter 667: Token No.32

Is it these two young men, considered as true opponents by that youth from the Blackstone Empire who had entered the Seventh-Order Void Realm comprehension of the ’Seventh Overlay Blade Realm’? They found it somewhat unbelievable.

After all, if this is true, wouldn’t it mean that these two youths were above the ’Seventh-Order Void Realm’?

In fact, not only did the group of young talents from the Fletcher Empire find it unbelievable, even the other six young talents from the Blackstone Empire were unwilling to believe it.

A year had passed since Kase Dragonsmith, with his overwhelming strength over Kabir Inky, had already astonished them.

If Kase Dragonsmith’s words are true.

Does this mean that Wyatt Barnes and Walter Simmons have enough strength to overwhelm Kabir Inky now?

Thus, isn’t their Blackstone Empire’s top young warrior too cheap?

For they had been outstripped in all respects by three people who were inferior to him just a year ago?

"Wyatt Barnes...Walter Simmons..."

In fact, even Prince Yakim was somewhat hesitant to believe it now.

If it were only Wyatt Barnes, he would not have doubted much.

However, Walter Simmons made him unsure.

Whiz!

Suddenly, a sharp wind howling sound came sweeping over from a distance.

At the same time, a figure suspended in mid-air above the battle ring.

Immediately, a crowd from the Blackstone Empire and the Fletcher Empire, all had their attention diverted.

Normally, the airspace above the battle ring is forbidden for warriors to hover.

The only ones allowed to hover there are those from the battle ring, which is the Imperial Family of the Great Turdo Dynasty.

Now, the person hovering above the battle ring was a young man in white, around thirty-five years old, with a stern look, raised eyebrows, and graceful poise.

"Is he the one hosting today’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’?"

Wyatt Barnes was somewhat surprised.

"So young!"

In fact, not only was Wyatt Barnes surprised, but representatives and young talents from major empires and those in the lower spectator stands were all stunned by the young man in white’s age.

They all knew that the one who usually hosted the battle ring was at least a middle-aged man.

Only a powerful master could deter the slaves and demon beasts engaged in the battle...

And ’strength’ equates to ’advanced age’ to a certain extent.

"Welcome representatives and young talents from thirty-six empires to our Great Turdo Dynasty’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’. I am the host for the first round of selection for today’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’."

The young man in white spoke coolly, his face stern.

Then, the young man in white got straight to the point and revealed the purpose of today’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’.

In summary, the ultimate ’goal’ of today’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’ is to select the 30 most outstanding young talents from among 360 young talents representing thirty-six empires.

These thirty young talents will gather with their peers from the Great Turdo Dynasty tomorrow to vie for the qualification to participate in the ’Ten Dynasty Martial Meet’.

"Shouldn’t everybody already know of these rules?"

Wyatt Barnes noticed that the representatives and young talents from the various empires on the upper spectator stands were not too surprised when they heard the white-clad young man’s speech.

Soon, the young man in white began to introduce the specific rules of today’s ’Dynasty Martial Contest’.

Wyatt Barnes listened attentively.

"The rules of today’s Dynasty Martial Contest are simple... each of the 360 young talents will draw a ’contestant number token’ belonging to themselves for their respective advancement selection."

"Given the large number of participants, we will start with ten selection matches at a time! There will also be a dedicated person recording each match."

As soon as the young man in white finished his sentence, ten figures rose from below and stood behind him.

They were ten middle-aged men with a blank expression on their face, standing like ten statues.

Obviously, these were the ones who were responsible for the record keeping.

"The first round of selection will eliminate half of the participants; the second round will eliminate another half... by then, only ninety people will remain."

"After deciding the ninety participants, the rules will once again change. And if any good young talents were eliminated due to bad luck in the earlier rounds, as long as you aren’t satisfied... at the end, you still stand a chance – you can still get one of the final thirty places."

The young man in white finished his sentence in one breath.

The next thing was to draw the ’contestant number token’.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

...

Nine swift figures rose into the air and landed on a mid-level spectator stand each.

They were nine young men, each holding a large wooden tray, on each of which, forty metal ’tokens’ were placed.

The forty tokens were placed face down, with their backs facing up.

From the surface, they appeared identical.

"It seems that for this distribution of tokens, we will each need to select a token from them... And these tokens, once turned over, the numbers on them vary."

Walter Simmon’s voice reached Wyatt Barnes’s ears.

"Hm."

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

As soon as the young man with the wooden tray landed on their mid-level spectator stand, Wyatt Barnes’s spiritual energy had quietly extended out, covering the tokens on the tray.

Even though Wyatt Barnes’s spiritual force couldn’t be used as ’eyes’.

But he could still use his spiritual force to probe the grooves carved on the front side of the tokens, and therefore determine the numbers...

"Eh! The numbers on these forty tokens are shuffled up. There’s a ’Number Three Token’, and a ’Number Fifty-two Token’, and even a ’Number Three Hundred and Twenty-seven Token’... they are completely random."

Now, Wyatt Barnes could almost confirm.

The nine young men who each ascended to nine medium spectator seats, the tokens on the wooden trays in their hands were all shuffled with no pattern to follow.

For example, the young man who now approached Wyatt Barnes and others, out of the forty tokens on the wooden tray in his hand, only one token was before number 10 – and it was ’3’.

Token no. 1, 2, as well as 4 to 9, were not on the tray.

It so happened that there were four young talents from the four major empires on the spectator seats where Wyatt Barnes was, corresponding exactly to the forty tokens.

The young man first moved towards Wyatt Barnes and his fellows. The nine young talents of the Black Stone Empire claimed the tokens first.

"If you are short of one person here, please have this ’representative’ draw for you... When it comes to the token held by the ’representative’, the other challenger who owns this token will be given a bye and automatically advanced," the young man holding the jade tray said to Prince Yakim once he reached his side.

Apparently, he knew about the departure of one representative from the Black Stone Empire.

"Okay."

Prince Yakim nodded and raised his hand, preparing to draw a token randomly.

"Wait."

Wyatt Barnes stopped Prince Yakim in time.

"Yes?"

Prince Yakim looked at Wyatt Barnes with a puzzled face, "Wyatt Barnes, you..."

"Big brother."

Wyatt Barnes looked at the young man holding the wooden tray and asked with a smile, "May I ask how we proceed with the selection after we draw our tokens?"

"Token no. 1 will duel with no. 2, token no. 3 with no. 4... and so on, finally no. 359 will duel with no. 360," the young man explained patiently.

"I see."

Wyatt Barnes nodded, then looked at Prince Yakim and said in a condensed voice of Origin Force, "Prince Yakim, please select the fifth token from the left of the row close to you."

Prince Yakim was taken aback at his words.

He didn’t know why Wyatt Barnes insisted him to choose that token.

However, it didn’t matter to him as whichever token he chose, it would allow another token’s holder to advance by default.

For example, if he chose token no. 1, the holder of token no. 2 would win without a fight, advancing by default.

And if he drew token no. 28, the holder of token no. 27 would advance by default.

Whoosh!

Prince Yakim raised his hand, flipped over the token Wyatt Barnes had mentioned, and held it in his hand.

At this moment, the group of young talents from the Black Stone Empire could see it very clearly.

The token in Prince Yakim’s hand was ’31’.

Then it was the turn of a group of young talents from the Black Stone Empire to draw their tokens.

As soon as a few people started choosing, Wyatt Barnes and Walter Simmons also joined the selection.

However, Wyatt Barnes’ eyes were firmly locked on one token at this moment.

That token was in a corner, disregarded.

It wasn’t until the other eight young talents from the Black Stone Empire each got their own tokens that Wyatt Barnes slowly revealed the number on his token.

The young man holding the tray of tokens was dumbfounded when Wyatt Barnes revealed the number on his token.

Prince Yakim was also stunned.

The remaining eight young talents were all stunned as well.

Oh my!

What did they see?

"3...32?"

Walter Simmons glanced at the token in Wyatt Barnes’ hand, then at Prince Yakim’s token, and couldn’t help shaking his head, "Wyatt Barnes, you really are lucky. You get to advance without fighting in the first round."

The token in Prince Yakim’s hands belonged to ’Kabir Inky’ who had walked away.

Whoever faced this token belonging to Kabir Inky would have the advantage of advancing by default.

And now, Wyatt Barnes had snatched this privilege.

No. 32!

And the token in Prince Yakim’s hands was precisely no. 31.

Under the envious gazes of the others, Wyatt Barnes put away the no. 32 token.

Just then, a surprised voice formed by condensed Origin Force timely transmitted into Wyatt Barnes’ ears, "Wyatt Barnes...how did you know?"

This concentrated voice of Origin Force belonged to ’Prince Yakim’.

Earlier, when Wyatt had directed Prince Yakim to chose a specific token, Prince Yakim found it strange but didn’t understand why Wyatt had made that specific request.

Only after seeing Wyatt draw the ’32’ token did Prince Yakim realize that everything had been calculated by Wyatt beforehand.

Or rather, Wyatt might have known the numbers behind these tokens all along.

"Intuition."

Wyatt replied with condensed Origin Force.

"Intuition?"

Prince Yakim twitched the corner of his mouth, clearly not believing Wyatt’s excuse.

Ps: Happy Lantern Festival to all brothers and sisters!