Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 690: Marshall Tyler Takes Action

Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Marshall Tyler Takes Action

"Ulysses Fenning has comprehended the ’Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword’!"

"That is just as expected of the number one sword cultivator among the young generation of our Great Turdo Dynasty, truly remarkable. Despite only being in the eighth level of the Void Realm, he has already understood the ’Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword’!"

"Ulysses Fenning’s strength is even stronger than that of Nick Nicholson of the Nicholson Clan who was just killed!"

...

As Wyatt Barnes is surprised, the entire pit fight arena begins to boil over, all astonished by the ’Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword’ displayed by Ulysses Fenning.

The Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword!

That’s not unusual.

But to comprehend such a realm at the eighth level of the Void Realm is indeed shockingly impressive.

Such understanding is truly monstrous!

’The Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword...’

Wyatt Barnes notices that Walter Simmons, who is sitting next to him, is staring intently at Ulysses Fenning, his eyes filled with burning fighting spirit.

Clearly, being a sword cultivator himself, Walter Simmons is now excited for a fight against Ulysses Fenning.

"This Ulysses Fenning is indeed strong...but, he is seven or eight years older than Walter Simmons. So, in terms of talent and understanding, he is currently not as good as Walter Simmons."

Wyatt Barnes thought to himself.

Of course, Wyatt Barnes also knows that the reason Walter Simmons was able to improve so much in such a short time was due to the help from his mysterious mentor.

Perhaps in Walter Simmons’ cultivation process, he is never short of spirit fruits.

Even the ’Sword Intent Fragments’ are plentiful.

"Walter, do you think you can beat him?"

Wyatt Barnes asked with a smile using the Origin Force.

"If I don’t use the third-grade spirit sword, I’m no match for him... but if I use it, he is undoubtedly doomed!"

Walter Simmons replied via the Origin Force.

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes could see.

That Ulysses Fenning had a spirit sword wrapped in Origin Force on his hand when he used Origin Force and the ’Realm of the Nine-Fold Sword’.

Meanwhile, above Ulysses Fenning’s head in the void, another six ancient horned dragon illusions appeared, along with three thousand eight hundred ancient giant elephant illusions...

"Fourth-grade spirit sword!"

Wyatt Barnes raised an eyebrow, guessing where Walter Simmons’ confidence came from.

In terms of cultivation.

Walter Simmons is on par with Ulysses Fenning.

In terms of Sword Intent.

Walter Simmons is one level behind, lacking the power of a whole ancient horned dragon.

As for the spirit sword.

The spirit sword in Walter Simmons’ hand is one level higher than the one in Ulysses Fenning’s hand, with more than the power of an ancient horned dragon.

In terms of overall strength, Walter Simmons has a slight edge.

Of course, the edge is slight.

Generally speaking, if these two truly clashed in a bloody battle, they would be evenly matched, making it hard to determine the winner.

However, recalling the strong confidence displayed by Walter Simmons just now, Wyatt Barnes believes that Walter Simmons certainly has a surefire way of winning, or rather, an assured method of winning.

Wyatt Barnes is not surprised by this.

The master of Walter Simmons is a sword cultivator from the ’outside territory’ who has spent many years in the field of sword cultivation. He probably has taught Walter some powerful techniques of the sword cultivators.

These techniques are mostly derived from sword skills, yet they surpass the skills themselves.

Like a set of high-level earth-grade sword skills, if further studied by a master proficient in the way of sword cultivation, many things could be derived from it.

Even the sword skill itself could potentially be perfected to the point of being comparable with heaven-grade sword skills.

"Wyatt Barnes, do you think this Ulysses Fenning can defeat Marshall Tyler?"

Walter Simmons suddenly asked.

Wyatt Barnes’ gaze locked on the two in the pit fight arena.

At this moment, Ulysses Fenning with a sword in one hand, had twenty-six ancient horned dragon illusions above his head in the void, surrounded by three thousand eight hundred ancient giant elephant illusions like stars around the moon.

Not only that, on Ulysses Fenning’s body, rampant Origin Force weaved into a vast flame in the shape of a sword, enveloping him, making him look like he had turned into a sharp sword.

Compared to Ulysses Fenning now, Marshall Tyler, standing there, looked just like an ordinary man.

There was no trace of Origin Force on him.

With a calm gaze on Ulysses Fenning, Marshall Tyler finally spoke up, answering Ulysses Fenning’s earlier question, "Even if you are stronger than Nick Nicholson, so what? In my eyes, whether it’s him or you, you are all just ants! I don’t care about the strength of ants."

Marshall Tyler’s tone was very calm, but the contempt contained within it made many people stunned.

"Now, what do you think?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Walter Simmons, not directly answering Walter Simmons’ earlier question, but instead asked.

"It seems he is another monster like you!"

Feeling the confidence in Marshall Tyler’s words, Walter Simmons shook his head and laughed bitterly.

"This Marshall Tyler is really confident."

"He actually regards Ulysses Fenning as an ant... I don’t know whether he has real strength or is just bluffing."

"He is obviously several years younger than Ulysses Fenning... could it be that he has also comprehended the ’Nine-Fold Realm’?"

"As long as he is not bluffing, there is a ninety percent chance he has comprehended the ’Nine-Fold Realm.’

.....

The initially calm pit fight arena began to boil again due to Marshall Tyler’s words.

Some thought Marshall Tyler was bluffing.

Others believed Marshall Tyler genuinely had the strength.

"Ant?"

Ulysses Fenning’s face changed drastically, the flame of sword shape on his body surged up a few points, his eyes focused, glaring at Marshall Tyler like swords, "You, regard me as an ant?"

As the chief disciple of the Nether Mystery Sect, the foremost sect of the Great Turdo Dynasty, Ulysses Fenning had his own pride and dignity.

Today, he was being disregarded by someone who used to be a complete unknown in the Great Turdo Dynasty. The killing intent in his heart was brewing incessantly until he could no longer contain it and it popped out.

Stunning killing intent was constantly flitting past Ulysses Fenning’s eyes.

"Give you a chance...kneel down, kowtow three times, and I will spare your life."

Marshall Tyler ignored Ulysses Fenning’s words, standing aloof in the sky, his white clothing fluttering without wind, he calmly gazed at Ulysses Fenning and said slowly.

Kneel and kowtow three times?

Marshall Tyler’s words caused another uproar among the crowd in the gladiator arena.

"This Marshall Tyler is too arrogant, isn’t he?"

"He actually wants Ulysses Fenning, the chief disciple of the Nether Mystery Sect, to beg for mercy in front of him? He’s dreaming!"

"I’m getting more and more confused...is Marshall Tyler really strong, or is he pretending to have mystifying abilities?"

...

The crowd around the gladiator arena was growing more and more mystified.

Meanwhile, many others were anticipating the development of the situation.

"Uncle Emperor, it seems that your disciple is very confident in his own strength."

In the exclusive superior spectator seats of the Imperial Family, the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty glanced at the elder man in black robes next to him and chuckled.

"Confidence is a good thing."

When the elder man in black robes spoke, he appeared peaceful and unshaken.

"Hmph! Marshall Tyler, I hope you won’t disgrace yourself."

Mateo Buckingham smirked contemptuously at the corners of his lips.

Meanwhile, the faces of the high-ranking members of the Nether Mystery Sect who were present turned extremely ugly.

Marshall Tyler’s contempt and humiliation of their Nether Mystery Sect’s chief disciple was no different from humiliating the Nether Mystery Sect itself.

"Want to take my life? Let’s see if you have the ability to do so."

Amidst the gladiator arena, Ulysses Fenning was completely enraged. He could no longer suppress his rage, and with a flicker of his body, he turned into a sharp sword, setting off a terrifying airwave and stabbing towards Marshall Tyler.

As Ulysses Fenning’s figure dashed out, in front of him, the Grade Four spirit sword vibrated, eventually transforming into nine greyish sword lights that followed his figure and stabbed directly at Marshall Tyler’s vital spots.

He was so infuriated that he didn’t hold back and made a lethal move!

"It’s the Nether Mystery Sect’s high-ranking sword technique ’Nine Child Magic Sword’!"

Instantly, someone recognized the sword technique Ulysses Fenning was using.

’Nine Child Magic Sword’, a sword technique with an astonishingly powerful attack. Once it was used, not only would the user transform into a sword, but the spirit sword in their hands would transform into nine sharp sword lights, propelled by the user’s speed.

It was powerful, and its speed was not weak either.

Among many high-ranking sword techniques, ’Nine Child Magic Sword’ was considered superior.

Shz! Shz! Shz! Shz! Shz!

...

Nine greyish sword lights, following like a shadow, stirred up waves of piercing sword howls as they swept towards Marshall Tyler.

For a moment, everyone watching couldn’t help but hold their breaths, with all eyes glued to the unfolding situation.

They were very much looking forward to the following scene.

"This Mr. Zither...seems to be a lot stronger."

Wyatt Barnes’ attention was always on Marshall Tyler.

He noticed that from start to finish, Marshall Tyler was calm and composed, as if he wasn’t taking Ulysses Fenning seriously at all.

"Now, he should be making his move."

Seeing the nine sword lights about to pierce through Marshall Tyler’s body, Wyatt Barnes was shocked.

And almost the moment after Wyatt Barnes’ thoughts landed.

Marshall Tyler moved.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes only saw a streak of white lightning flash past, and in the next moment, Marshall Tyler had risen into the sky.

Simultaneously, a seemingly antique zither appeared in Marshall Tyler’s hand.

"It’s not the same zither he used before!"

With just one look, Wyatt Barnes recognized that this zither was not the one Marshall Tyler had used previously, "This zither is a Grade Four Spirit Tool."

Shz! Shz! Shz! Shz! Shz!

...

Almost at the same time that Marshall Tyler rose into the sky, those nine sword lights urged by Ulysses Fenning followed suit, rising into the sky and attacking Marshall Tyler once again.

Those nine sword lights, as if they had eyes of their own, continued to aim for Marshall Tyler’s vital spots.

It was as if they wouldn’t stop until they had killed Marshall Tyler.

"It’s over."

Amidst the piercing howls of the swords, Marshall Tyler’s calm voice followed.

Next moment, those with a high level of cultivation could clearly see Marshall Tyler’s hand plucking a string on the zither, which then trembled violently.

At that instant, a strand of solidified Origin Force erupted from his plucking finger. Along with it, there was a strand of green energy and a strand of fiery red energy.

Zing!

Suddenly, an unpleasant-sounding zither sound immediately resonated, overpowering the continuous sword howls.

"So fast!"

Seeing how the ’energy inch thorn’ gushed out instantaneously after the zither string was plucked by Marshall Tyler, Wyatt Barnes was deeply shaken.

It was too fast!

Humm!

Immediately afterwards, Wyatt Barnes only felt a flash before his eyes.

In the next moment, the figure that had risen into the sky, charging towards Marshall Tyler with an impressively imposing momentum, paused for a while before continuing to charge into the sky.

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