Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 668 ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ Begins

Chapter 668: Chapter 668 ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ Begins

What a joke!

Could this actually be sensed intuitively?

At this very moment, Wyatt Barnes could naturally see Prince Yakim’s disbelief, but he didn’t bother to elaborate.

In fact, it wasn’t his ’intuition’ that told him that Prince Yakim received the ’number 32’ token, and it wasn’t his intuition that made him receive the ’number 31’ token either.

As soon as the young man holding the wooden tray ascended their viewing platform, his Origin Force had already inspected the numbers on the forty tokens.

Among the numbers on the forty tokens, only two were consecutive and opposing.

They were ’31’ and ’32’.

This led to the subsequent events.

He directed Prince Yakim to pick the 31st token.

And he took the 32nd token directly.

"Any Inscription Master adept at manipulating Origin Force could detect the numbers on these covered tokens by using their Origin Force..."

A thought crossed Wyatt Barnes’ mind.

Therefore, he didn’t think it was anything extraordinary.

"Wyatt Barnes, you... Are you an ’Inscription Master’?"

Soon, a surprising voice reached Wyatt Barnes’ ears.

It was Prince Yakim’s ’Origin Force Sound Channel’.

It’s clear that Prince Yakim, having recovered from his all surprise, can now make an accurate judgment.

This time, Wyatt Barnes didn’t play coy, he simply nodded.

Prince Yakim sighed helplessly and continued to communicate through his Origin Force: "Your ability to use your Origin Force to detect the numbers on these tokens proves that you’re highly proficient in controlling Origin Force. Your skills in ’Inscription Arts’ are considerable."

"In fact, your martial Dao talent is astonishing. Why should you waste time studying ’Inscription Arts’... If you didn’t study ’Inscription Arts’, your current strength would surely be greater."

By the end, Prince Yakim seemed a bit regretful.

As far as he was concerned.

Wyatt Barnes’ proficiency in ’Inscription Arts’ indirectly showed that he had put a lot of effort into this field, and thus wasted a lot of time.

If Wyatt Barnes used this wasted time for training, his strength would definitely be greater.

Wyatt Barnes naturally detected the ’regret’ Prince Yakim showed.

As such, he simply shook his head and chuckled.

Only he knew that he inherited all of his skills in ’Inscription Arts’ from the ’Reincarnated Martial Emperor’, and he had never wasted any time on it.

"Wyatt Barnes, I was hoping to watch you fight first... but it seems that’s not going to happen."

Walter Simmons who was sitting next to Wyatt Barnes, shook his head.

The token he drew was ’237’.

"I got lucky, nothing I can do about it."

Wyatt Barnes shrugged, blatantly thick-faced and said.

His face wasn’t flushed, and he wasn’t out of breath.

It’s as if he simply drew the ’32nd token’ out of pure luck.

However, Walter Simmons didn’t doubt it.

After all, Walter Simmons didn’t know that Wyatt Barnes had directed Prince Yakim to draw the ’31st token’ earlier.

Sometime later, the 360 young talents from the thirty-six empires seated in the nine medium-sized stands each selected their ’numbered tokens’.

These tokens were marked with unique numbers.

"Now, can those with tokens ’1’ to ’20’ please enter the field?"

In the sky above the Gladiator Pit, a young man in white stood, his face still stern, speaking in a low voice.

At this moment, the ten middle-aged men behind him instantly turned into a trail of light, and the next moment they were spread out in different areas in the sky above the Gladiator Pit.

The ten of them deliberately distanced themselves from each other.

"Well, I guess I’m up first."

Among the group of young talents from the Blackstone Empire, one who had drawn the 3rd token now bid Wyatt Barnes and the others good luck and ascended into the air.

This young genius, Wyatt Barnes remembered him.

It was Yorick Price, who had fought Kase Dragonsmith earlier. He wielded a Spirit Fan, was at the Level Eight of the Peep Naught Realm a year ago, and had understood the ’Micro Sword Intent’

"After a year, he’s also broken through to the Enter Void Realm at the First Level."

Watching Yorick Price’s departing figure, thoughts stirred in Wyatt Barnes’ mind.

The moment Yorick Price spoke, Wyatt Barnes’ Origin Force had enveloped him like a shadow, revealing his cultivation level.

Enter Void Realm at the First Level!

Among the young talents from various empires, while it wasn’t at the bottom, it was still considered a bit below average.

Earlier, Wyatt Barnes had purposefully investigated the cultivation levels of many young geniuses.

Among them, the weakest were still some warriors at the Level Nine of Peep Naught Realm.

"Peep Naught Realm Level Nine... Participating in the ’Dynasty Martial Arts Contest’ is just going through the motions..."

This thought ran through Wyatt Barnes’ mind.

At this moment, nineteen other young talents appeared from various medium-sized viewing stands and gathered with Yorick Price.

"The holders of token ’1’ and ’2’, come to me."

Very soon, one of the middle-aged men in charge of recording battle achievements spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was transmitted clearly into the ears of the twenty talents who had stepped forward.

Immediately, two young talents swiftly joined the middle-aged man.

"Holders of token ’3’ and ’4’, come to me."

Following that, someone else spoke.

Very soon, Yorick Price and another young talent were by the side of another man in charge of recording battle achievements.

The remaining sixteen young talents also found their places.

The twenty young talents stood divided into pairs, each staring down their counterpart.

And not far away from each pair of staring young talents was a solemn-faced middle-aged man acting as the witness.

The great battle was about to begin!

"Originally, I was worried... 360 people, if we were to go one-on-one, a day’s time would simply not be enough. Now, ten matches happening concurrently, that’s much more efficient."

Wyatt Barnes stared at the twenty standoffish young talents, sighing inwardly.

"The Martial Contest begins!"

At this moment, a faint shout came from the white-clad youth standing in the middle of the battlefield above.

Immediately, the young talents from various empires who were separated into ten sections began to make their moves, each revealing their trump cards.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

...

Fast paced figures intertwining, crossing each other’s paths.

Wherever they passed, Origin Force soared, the ’realm’ shadows followed along, and spirit weapons fiercely attacked their opponents.

Just in the first encounter, six had already admitted defeat.

These six people were wholly inferior to their opponents, leaving them with no room for resistance.

If they didn’t surrender, they would undoubtedly be severely injured, and might even killed.

You must know that on a stage such as ’Dynasty Martial Contest’, even if you’re killed, it’s still rightfully death.

After these six people surrendered, six others advanced.

And the eight remaining were still fighting fervently...

Eight individuals, divided into four groups, fought together.

The two people fighting each other in every match were equally matched, making it difficult to determine the victor.

This included the participant from the Black Stone Empire, ’Yorick Price’.

Now, Yorick Price with the fifth rank Spirit Fan in his hand, exerted his Origin Force, along with the ’First Level Blade realm’, to fight fiercely with his opponent.

His opponent was also a martial artist in the first level of the Enter Void Realm, also had a rank five spirit weapon, and a ’realm’ similar to him, not inferior to him in strength.

However, although their strength was similar, at this point, it was all about combat experience and various techniques.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

...

Yorick Price merely lifted his hand, and the fifth rank Spirit Fan in his hand flew out, transforming into a sky-filled fan-shaped blade, enveloping his opponent.

Whoosh!

In the hands of Yorick Price’s opponent, the rank five spirit spear trembled suddenly, a rapid spear shadow swept out, shadow following form, to confront the sky-filled fan-shaped blade.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

Each time the rank five spirit sword flew out, a fan-shaped blade would be destroyed.

Unfortunately, Yorick Price was clearly prepared. The moment when the fan-shaped blade was completely annihilated by his opponent, and a smug smile appeared on his opponent’s face, he made his move like a thunderbolt.

Swoosh!

Hum!

As Yorick Price’s figure shook, his whole person seemed to transform into a knife, directly striking his opponent.

His Spirit Fan in his hand also made a piercing sound of breaking the sky.

"What a pity... this man’s strength is not inferior to Yorick Price."

Seeing that Yorick Price was about to defeat his opponent, Wyatt Barnes shook his head, feeling sorry for Yorick Price’s opponent.

Yorick Price’s opponent was taken advantage of due to a moment of negligence.

"Number 3 wins!"

At this time, the middle-aged man in charge of recording Yorick Price’s and his opponent’s battle results, spoken indifferently.

Simultaneously, a pen and paper appeared in his hand, recording the results.

"You were gracious."

Yorick Price, who had knocked his opponent away with the fan at the last moment, nodded to his defeated opponent with a smile.

"Thank you for sparing me."

Yorick Price’s opponent responded sincerely.

It was clear that he understood, if Yorick Price had not turned his Spirit Fan into an attacking ’fan face’ just in time, he would already be dead under Yorick Price’s fan, and not just internally wounded.

In contrast to Yorick Price’s mercy, the other six were completely different.

The six were evenly matched and fought fiercely.

In the end, two died, one was severely injured.

The remaining victorious three were more or less injured.

"Not bad."

Watching Yorick Price’s victorious return, bringing glory to the Blackstone Empire, Prince Yakim nodded in satisfaction.

"This Yorick Price, he’s a decent guy."

Wyatt Barnes watched Yorick Price take his seat, silently praising him.

"Young talents holding tokens 21 to 40, step forward."

At this point, the white-robed youth spoke again.

"It’s my turn."

Wyatt Barnes smiled. Although he knew that he didn’t need to make a move in this fight, he still stepped into the air and joined the other eighteen young talents.

Following that, ten middle-aged men started to call people towards them.

"Token holders number 31 and 32, come over to me."

When the voice of a middle-aged man came, Wyatt Barnes went straight over.

"Hmm?"

Watching only Wyatt Barnes arrive while the other young talents had all taken their positions, the middle-aged man frowned, "Where is the other one?"

"What’s your number?"

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Wyatt Barnes and asked.

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