Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 816: Extreme Cold Desolation Sword

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Extreme Cold Desolation Sword

At this moment, above the void, the natural phenomena between heaven and earth underwent a drastic transformation.

On one side of the ninety ancient Horned Dragon phantoms, twenty more ancient Horned Dragon phantoms appeared, vividly life-like, their momentum as magnificent as a rainbow.

First level mid-grade Water Realm.

A giant sword filled the sky, containing the power of a hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons!

"A hundred ancient Horned Dragons’ power? Is that strong?"

At this moment, not only was ’Aziel Lee’ extremely shocked, but the words Walter Simmons had just said were echoing in his ears.

Around him, the group of onlookers couldn’t help but remember Walter’s words.

Everyone didn’t expect that Walter, right from the start, had indeed been holding back, capable of unleashing a formidable force comparable to one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons.

In front of the power of one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons, the force of a hundred ancient Horned Dragons indeed seemed insignificant.

Man merged with sword!

The giant sword fiercely collided with the seven-foot-long spear in Aziel Lee’s hands, causing the spear to shudder; the hands gripping it nearly split open, blood splattered, and his face turned utterly pale.

"Wow!"

Aziel Lee struggled to open his mouth and spat out a strikingly stunning mouthful of blood.

And as he spat out this mouthful of blood, the giant sword struck again!

Boom!

With one strike, the long spear in Aziel Lee’s hands was knocked away, and the terrifying force hit him, sending him flying backward, helplessly awkward in his motion.

When he regained his footing, his body was completely unsteady, leaving him incapable of fighting any longer.

"You... won."

Aziel Lee, his face colorless, coughed several times, and with each cough, more blood spurted out, indicating he had sustained serious injuries.

Aziel Lee stared at the giant sword standing in the distance, the jade-like exterior of the sword, and the fierce aura it emitted, which brought him immense pressure.

He knew clearly that his opponent had shown him mercy a moment ago.

If his opponent had not withheld his strength in time, he would have already been obliterated by that sweeping giant sword.

Woosh!

After Aziel Lee admitted defeat, the giant sword, completely materialized through the ’Water Realm’ combined with Origin Force and sword realm, immediately vanished, revealing Walter Simmons’s proud figure.

"He mastered two mid-grade realms... this Number 12 token holder, also seems to be from the Great Turdo Dynasty!"

"In the top ten, one person was replaced, and the person replacing him is from the Great Turdo Dynasty... Hence, among the top ten, four seats are held by individuals from the Great Turdo Dynasty."

"The Great Turdo Dynasty is defying the heavens!"

...

As many people sighed, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

The Decennial Martial Meet was originally the stage for the young talents of the ten Great Dynasties, yet now in the top ten slots, the Great Turdo Dynasty occupied four of them.

Even if the remaining Number 13 token holder, by challenging any talent from the Great Turdo Dynasty successfully, in the end, three people from the Great Turdo Dynasty would still be among the top ten in the Decennial Martial Meet.

"Walter Simmons, this guy, has really kept a low profile."

Wyatt Barnes shook his head slightly, seeing Walter display the ’Water Realm’ for the first time, which, although not as good as his ’Sword Realm’, was not much worse.

"There’s something I’m curious about."

Suddenly, Aziel Lee, having just taken the Pill Medicine and his injuries slightly eased, looked at Walter Simmons, took a deep breath, and asked, "If you were fully utilizing your strength, comparable to the power of one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons... why did you take so long to come out of the ’Underground Palace’, and only obtain the number 12 token?"

Aziel Lee asked the question that, including Wyatt, most people wanted to ask.

For a moment, their eyes were all curious, wanting to know how Walter would answer.

"I wanted to see how many tokens I could get without using the ’Water Realm’."

After Walter lightly responded, he soared away and quickly rejoined Sword Thirteen, standing there quietly.

Walter’s response caused Aziel Lee’s mouth to twitch involuntarily.

Had it been another person in that perplexing Underground Palace, they would have likely exhausted all their methods early on.

But this Walter, he still hid his skills.

"Capricious!"

For a moment, the same thought involuntarily popped into the minds of most people present.

Walter’s action was undoubtedly ’capricious’, but he had the capital to be capricious!

"Hahahaha...."

The Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, after staring blankly for a moment, burst into laughter, his laughter unrestrained and exuberant.

His Great Turdo Dynasty had brought ten young talents, and four had made it into the ’top ten’ of the Decennial Martial Meet. As the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, he felt proud.

"Number 13."

Yael Zafar glanced indifferently at the holder of token number 13.

Suddenly, the holder of token number 13 sprang into action.

The one who was lucky enough to have a bye in the previous match, holder of the 13th token, was a plain-clothed young man with an expressionless face, his ordinary eyes occasionally flashing with sharp brilliance.

"Number 1 token holder!"

After the plain-clothed young man appeared, he directly targeted Wyatt Barnes, manifestly, like most people, questioning the ’authenticity’ of the number 1 token in Wyatt’s hands.

Being named in the challenge, Wyatt although surprised, was not unexpected, and simply flew out to face the plain-clothed young man.

Between raises of his hand, the young man produced a sword, a scarlet-red sword.

"A third-level spirit sword!"

With just one glance, Wyatt Barnes recognized the sword in the hands of the man in plain clothes as a third-level spirit sword; the man, like Walter Simmons, was a sword cultivator.

Attack!

Without any warning, the man in plain clothes made his move, striking first to gain the upper hand. His entire being transformed into a sharp arrow shot from a strong bow, locking onto Wyatt.

Whoosh!

A sword from the west brought with it a coldness that seemed capable of withering everything, easily breaking down anything in its path.

Extreme Cold Desolation Sword!

The moment the man in plain clothes made his move, Wyatt’s pupils involuntarily contracted,, not because of anything else, but because of the sword technique the man wielded.

The "Extreme Cold Desolation Sword," a low-tier heavenly sword technique, once cultivated, allows the fierce ’realm of the sword’ to generate extreme cold, as cold as ice but not ice itself.

When the sword is drawn, all things wither, hence its name.

This sword technique was the first heavenly martial technique encountered by the "Martial Emperor of Reincarnation" during his first lifetime. In his youth, he had become the foremost among the younger generation in a certain region outside the territory by relying on this technique.

Although he rarely used this technique later on, the Martial Emperor had never forgotten this sword technique, which held significant meaning for him.

As the man in plain clothes launched his attack, the phantoms of ninety ancient Horned Dragons and thousands of ancient giants appeared, causing the air to surge and whip up gusts of wind that rustled the clothes of the people above the arena.

However, at this moment, no one paid attention to this detail.

Apart from a group of people who knew the background of Wyatt, everyone else was intently watching the man in plain clothes.

They were all curious if the man in plain clothes could truly defeat Wyatt and usurp the number one token from him.

"Perhaps... I can give it a try."

Facing the onslaught of the man in plain clothes, Wyatt murmured to himself and made a bold decision.

The next moment, a sword appeared out of thin air in Wyatt’s hand, a third-level spirit sword.

"Let’s try it, then, whether the ’Extreme Cold Desolation Sword’ driven by the ’realm of the sword’ that breeds coldness, or by the ’realm of the wind’ is stronger!"

Wyatt whispered, his gaze suddenly sharp, piercing towards the man in plain clothes.

Whoosh!

Wyatt’s figure shifted, his sword quivering as he instantly unsheathed it to meet the chilling, withering sword in the hands of the man in plain clothes.

Extreme Cold Desolation Sword!

The same technique, effortless in Wyatt’s hands.

To anyone with clear eyesight, it was apparent that the sword technique Wyatt was now employing surpassed that of the man in plain clothes.

He outclassed the man in plain clothes in terms of realm!

The sword of the man in plain clothes, within its ’realm of the sword,’ emitted a chilling coldness and was rich with an intense notion of desolation, as if it could wither everything.

Wyatt’s sword, within its ’realm of the wind,’ was even colder, and its sense of desolation completely overshadowed the desolation within the sword of the man in plain clothes.

As Wyatt unsheathed his sword, above his head in the void appeared the phantoms of ninety-one ancient Horned Dragons, all thundering forth.

The power of Wyatt’s sword, compared to the power in the man’s sword, was stronger by the might of thousands of ancient giants.

This difference in power was almost negligible.

However, when Wyatt’s sword met the man’s, the chilling coldness and the sense of desolation of the ’realm of the wind’ effortlessly crushed it! Completely crushed it!

With just one sword strike, the man’s sword was knocked away, and he himself was blasted away by a tremendous force.

At the same time, a remarkable change occurred in his sword-holding hand; the young, strong hand began to wither, suddenly looking like the hand of an old man who had one foot in the grave, old and frail,

The withered hand was permeated with a hint of desolation, which continued to spread up his arm.

In a moment, half of the man’s arm was wrapped in the desolation, turning it akin to withered wood.

If this continued, it would only take a moment for his entire arm to be ruined... and possibly even spread throughout his body, reducing him to a lifeless piece of withered wood.

Whoosh!

Just as the man in plain clothes gritted his teeth, torn between decisions, hesitating whether to discard his hand, the fleeting sound of a sword’s cry changed his expression drastically.

Pu-chi!

The sword light flashed, severing the completely withered half of his arm, which appeared as rotted wood.

The person who unsheathed the sword was Wyatt Barnes.

Wyatt Barnes made the decision for the man in plain clothes.

"Thank you."

A bitter smile crossed the lips of the man in plain clothes. Although the person before him had defeated him and even severed his arm, he felt no resentment, only gratitude.

He knew that if it weren’t for the decisive action of the other party, his entire arm would have been ruined.

"Your ’Extreme Cold Desolation Sword’ is well cultivated. You won’t need long to break through to the ’fully accomplished realm’!"

Wyatt stood there, speaking slowly, with an air of pointing out the vast landscape.

"I want to know if your ’Extreme Cold Desolation Sword’ has already been fully accomplished?"

The man in plain clothes took a deep breath and asked.

"No,"

Wyatt shook his head.

While the man in plain clothes was still stunned, Wyatt had already soared away, and at the same time, a clear voice reached his ears.

"What I just deployed was the fully accomplished realm of the ’Extreme Cold Desolation Sword’!"