Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 817 Baldy? Monk?

Chapter 817: Chapter 817 Baldy? Monk?

Complete mastery?!

The youth in plain clothes shrank his pupils, his face showing incredulity.

You must know that even the predecessor who had taught him the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword had only cultivated it to an advanced stage.

And this young man, only twenty-eight years old, claimed he had already cultivated the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword to complete mastery?

"Once the sword is drawn, the essence of desolation integrates into my sword as naturally as decay turns to dust, and almost instantly, it pierces my hand like a bone-deep carbuncle... Perhaps, he truly has achieved complete mastery of the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword!"

Taking a deep breath, the youth in plain clothes stepped back.

Above the arena, the spectating crowd buzzed with excitement.

"The Extreme Cold Desolation Sword, I have heard of it... it’s a terrifying low-tier celestial sword technique. Once swept by its unique desolation aura, one’s life withers away and turns to deadwood!"

"That Wyatt Barnes, to think he has cultivated the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword to complete mastery, it’s truly unimaginable!"

"Yes, celestial martial arts, even if it’s just a low-tier celestial martial art, cultivating it to complete mastery usually takes decades of hard work...it’s nearly impossible... Wyatt Barnes’ prowess in martial arts is simply defying the heavens!"

...

The crowd exclaimed in amazement, all stunned by Wyatt Barnes’ accomplishment in the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword.

Only Wyatt Barnes knew that the reason he could execute the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword with complete mastery was because the Martial Emperor, having lived through two lifetimes, had seriously studied this sword technique.

Precisely because of this, Wyatt Barnes, with the memories of the Martial Emperor’s two lifetimes merged, could wield the Extreme Cold Desolation Sword effortlessly and without pressure.

If it were any other martial art, Wyatt Barnes might not have been able to achieve this.

"Brother Barnes, you can actually perform the same sword technique as him."

After Wyatt Barnes returned, Winnie Romero expressed her surprise.

"Wyatt Barnes, how long have you been practicing this sword technique?"

Sword Thirteen asked with a grave face; his eyes gleaming as if the person before him was no longer a human, but an incomparable treasure.

"Master, Wyatt Barnes had not even understood the ’Void Realm’ a year ago."

Before Wyatt Barnes could speak, Walter Simmons had already responded.

Celestial martial arts require the understanding of the ’Void Realm’ to be successfully executed, a timeless rule passed down in the Cloud Skies Continent.

"Less than a year, to cultivate a celestial sword technique to complete mastery?"

Blade Five gasped, looking at Wyatt Barnes as if he were a monster.

Not just him, Taoi Romero, and even Kase Dragonsmith, who always had issues with Wyatt Barnes, looked at him with a similar expression.

This level of comprehension couldn’t even be described as ’demonic’ anymore; it was downright monstrous, a kind that defied all norms!

"You are simply a born sword cultivator!"

Sword Thirteen sighed.

Upon hearing Sword Thirteen’s words, Blade Five’s eyes went red with envy.

Although he had known that Wyatt Barnes would eventually join their ’Blade and Sword Sect’ and ultimately choose the ’Sword Sect’, seeing Wyatt Barnes’ comprehension now, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. Compared to Wyatt Barnes, all other talents seemed like mere trash!

Look at Wyatt Barnes, and then at his own disciples.

Smack!

The more Blade Five thought, the more irritated he became; he raised his hand and slapped Kase Dragonsmith on the back of his head, cursing, "Useless! You are useless!"

Kase Dragonsmith shrank away, feeling wronged. Who had he provoked? Standing quietly to the side, he still got hit.

Seeing Blade Five’s actions, Wyatt Barnes and the others couldn’t help but laugh.

"The third round of the Decenary Tournament selection ends today. Tomorrow, at the same time, the fourth round of selection will take place, which is also the final round... At that time, the specific rankings of the Decenary Tournament ’Top Ten’ will be determined!"

Yael Zafar withdrew his cold gaze from Wyatt Barnes, looked around, and loudly announced.

No sooner had he spoken than he left with Marshall Tyler.

Thiago Relief followed closely with Rhodes Collins.

As for the others, after glancing a few more times at Wyatt Barnes, they finally dispersed.

Over these two days, the most attention-grabbing individual was undoubtedly Wyatt Barnes, having secured the ’Number One Token’ during the second round of selections and subsequently displaying a level of martial comprehension that could shock anyone.

As for being the center of everyone’s discussions, Wyatt Barnes was indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

The next day arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning, representatives and young talents from the ten great dynasties, including Wyatt Barnes, gathered above the arena outside Grimm Wolf Fortress, waiting for the appearance of the two Vice Fort Masters of Grimm Wolf Fortress.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In a moment, Yael Zafar and Thiago Relief, the two Vice Fort Masters of Grimm Wolf Fortress, appeared with Marshall Tyler and Rhodes Collins following behind, arriving above the arena.

"Today, the fourth round of the Decenary Tournament selection will take place, which is also the last round."

Yael Zafar scanned the surroundings, then firmly announced.

"Young talents ranked in the ’Top Ten’ of the Decenary Tournament, according to their rankings, will receive different rewards from Grimm Wolf Fortress... So, I hope all ten young talents will give their best effort!"

Yael Zafar spoke again.

Suddenly, including Wyatt Barnes, the eyes of ten talented youths lit up.

The rewards of Grimm Wolf Fortress were not ordinary, they thought.

"After today’s Martial Emperor Tournament ends, representatives of the ten dynasties present will also receive rewards from our Grimm Wolf Fortress... Of course, the rewards will vary."

Yael Zafar continued.

Upon hearing this, many dynasty representatives appeared expectant.

Especially the emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, who smiled so much that his eyes squinted. With four participants from the Great Turdo Dynasty ranking in the ’top ten’ of the Martial Emperor Tournament, their rewards were expected to be the most substantial among all dynasties.

"The rules of the fourth round of selection will still be that the holder of the number 1 token initiates the challenge. The holder of the number 1 token may challenge anyone starting from the holder of the number 2 token. The holder of the number 2 token, except for not being able to challenge the holder of the number 1 token, may challenge anyone starting from the holder of the number 3 token... and so forth. The holder of the number 10 token has no choice but to be chosen."

"Once a named challenge fails, the challenger will be replaced by the opponent, and their tokens will be exchanged... until no one responds to the challenge, the ’top ten’ rankings will be listed according to the token numbers they hold."

Yael Zafar slowly said, "Additionally, those who have competed in the previous round can refuse to accept a challenge in the next round by citing the need for rest!"

Wyatt Barnes raised an eyebrow, looked at the number 1 token in his hand, and a radiant smile appeared on his face.

It seemed, this number 1 token would be very useful in this fourth round as well.

With the number 1 token, no one could challenge him; they could only be nominated by him for a challenge.

Of course, Wyatt also understood that if he wanted to win the ’first place’ in this Martial Emperor Tournament, he must keep the number 1 token in his hand throughout.

That is to say, he only needed to challenge the other nine people and win nine consecutive victories to claim the ’first place’ in the Martial Emperor Tournament.

"Any questions?"

Yael Zafar scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharpened, and he asked in a deep voice.

The group of talented youths shook their heads one after another.

Today, besides Wyatt, the ten young talents who had qualified to participate in the fourth round of the Martial Emperor Tournament, those young talents who were eliminated yet survived yesterday were also present.

However, today they had no chance to compete; they could only act as spectators and witness the ten youths who held tokens number 1 to number 10 vie against each other.

"Then, I declare..."

Just as Yael Zafar was about to announce the start of the fourth round of the Martial Emperor Tournament, he suddenly discovered something and abruptly stopped speaking.

Right after, he sharply raised his head and looked into the sky, his gaze slightly cold, he shouted, "Who is it? How dare you intrude into my Grimm Wolf Fortress?!"

As Yael Zafar raised his head, Thiago Relief also raised his, his gaze sternly fixed on the sky.

And before Yael Zafar had raised his head, Wyatt Barnes noticed that Sword Thirteen and Blade Five had already looked up into the sky, and he followed suit.

"Amitabha... Vice Fort Master Zafar, this humble monk has behaved rudely."

Just as everyone in the arena looked up at the sky, a middle-aged man with a shaved head and wearing a big red cassock suddenly emerged from behind the clouds.

Above the head of the bald middle-aged man, there were six scars.

"Is this... a monk?"

Seeing the bald middle-aged man, Wyatt Barnes was stunned.

This image was all too familiar to him; those monks on Earth who practiced abstinence and recited Buddhist scriptures had exactly this appearance.

At that moment, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help feeling a sense of kinship.

Not for any other reason, but because of the monk who appeared before him.

"So, monks also exist in this world... Right, when Senior Relief and Thru East saved me under their protection previously, they seemed to have mentioned something about a ’bald donkey’, could it be referring to monks?"

For a moment, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but recall the scenes when Thiago Relief and Thru East came to find him, with every word from Sword Thirteen to Thiago Relief clearly remembered.

"As far as I know, apart from our Blade and Sword Sect, those bald donkeys also knew it..."

That was the exact words of Sword Thirteen at that time.

Back then, Wyatt never linked Sword Thirteen’s ’bald donkey’ with ’monks’.

Of course, that was due to his preconceived ideas.

If it had been on Earth in his previous life, had someone mentioned ’bald donkey’ in front of him, he would have immediately thought of ’monk’.

But in this life on the Cloud Skies Continent, prior to this, he had neither seen a monk nor even heard of their existence.

Now, watching the cassocked, bald middle-aged manion right before him, Wyatt Barnes realized that monks also existed in this world.

Moreover, they were not ordinary monks.

"Bright, you really did come at the right time... And the two bald donkeys following you, aren’t you going to let them reveal themselves?"

Sword Thirteen looked at the middle-aged monk who had just emerged from behind the clouds and spoke indifferently.

"Sect Leader Sword, this humble monk pays respects."

Despite being addressed as ’bald donkey’ by Sword Thirteen, Bright did not take offense. He clasped his hands together in a salute and then moved suddenly, descending from the sky.

Simultaneously, another middle-aged monk and a young monk appeared behind him, quickly following down.

For a moment, the three monks became the focal point of everyone’s attention.

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