Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 822: Sub-Mother Chain Sword

Chapter 822: Chapter 822: Sub-Mother Chain Sword

After Jaxxon Spacewood, the bearer of the number 4 token, ’Seth Cooper’, took the stage.

As soon as Seth Cooper entered the arena, his gaze locked firmly onto the holder of the number 10 token, Walter Simmons.

Walter Simmons, with a cultivation of the Second Layer in the Cave Void Realm, comprehended the intermediate Third-tier Sword Realm and the intermediate First-tier Water Realm. Wielding a Grade Three spirit sword, he possessed the strength of one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons.

Seth Cooper, a martial artist of the Fourth Layer in the Cave Void Realm, who has grasped the ’Fourth-tier Cave Void Realm’, not to mention that he also used a Grade Three spiritual weapon—even if he used a Grade Four or Grade Five spiritual weapon, he could easily overpower Walter Simmons in terms of strength.

Facing such a vast disparity in strength, Walter Simmons didn’t even make a move and simply admitted defeat.

The holder of the number 5 token, Wood Town, from the Great Mini Dynasty, was tall and built like an ox.

In his hands, the Grade Three spiritual weapon was a pair of fist guards; his punches, like cannonballs, ensured that anyone struck by him would either die or be severely injured to the brink of death.

"Number 10 token holder, Walter Simmons!"

Similar to Seth Cooper, Wood Town challenged Walter Simmons.

Since Walter Simmons had admitted defeat without fighting in his last match, he couldn’t refuse Wood Town’s challenge. However, like before, he straightforwardly admitted defeat.

Wood Town, although his comprehension of the ’realm’ was slightly inferior to Jaxxon Spacewood and Seth Cooper’s, was still at the ’Third-tier Cave Void Realm’. Coupled with his Fourth Layer cultivation within the Cave Void Realm, Walter Simmons was far from being his match.

That’s why Walter Simmons decisively gave up without wasting time.

Following Wood Town was the holder of the number 6 token, Rhodes Collins. Upon his entry, Rhodes Collins’s gaze swept over Marshall Tyler, Wes Yez, Ella Wood, and Walter Simmons.

He could only choose from these four.

"Walter Simmons!"

In the end, he chose Walter Simmons.

Walter Simmons, challenged for the third time.

"Haha... Walter Simmons, your number 10 token is really a hot potato," Brian Graham said with a laugh as he looked at Walter Simmons.

Though Wyatt Barnes said nothing, the smile on his face was enough to show that he, like Brian Graham, was taking a bit of pleasure in Walter Simmons’s misfortune.

Walter Simmons gave a wry smile but, this time, he didn’t admit defeat and straightforwardly took the stage to confront Rhodes Collins.

Rhodes Collins, the Crown Prince of the Great Mini Dynasty and the direct disciple of Thiago Relief, the Vice Fort Master of Grimm Wolf Fortress, possessed the cultivation of the ’Third Layer of the Cave Void Realm’ and the comprehension of the ’Second-tier Fire Realm’.

Additionally, Rhodes Collins had also comprehended the ’low-grade Fifth-tier Wind Realm’ and the ’low-grade Third-tier Thunder Realm’.

Rhodes Collins’s spiritual weapon was a ’Grade Three Spirit Fan’ that had no fan surface, only the frame.

With all his techniques at his disposal, his strength was comparable to that of one hundred and five ancient Horned Dragons, which was five ancient Horned Dragons less powerful than Walter Simmons’s one hundred and ten.

"Something seems off... Logically, Rhodes Collins, being weaker than Walter Simmons in terms of strength, should be extremely wary of him. But now..."

Seeing the confident Rhodes Collins, Wyatt Barnes’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

"Ha!!"

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Rhodes Collins made his move. He struck first, unleashing all his skills, and his Grade Three Spirit Fan transformed into a ’fire fan’, radiating an intense heat.

For a moment, the air vibrated with the current, and as it came in contact with Rhodes Collins’s fire fan, a gust of hot air spread in all directions, blowing towards everyone watching.

Wyatt Barnes felt a strong wave of scorching heat coming towards him and immediately noticed the change in the ’Fire Realm’ within Rhodes Collins’s fan; his expression changed at once.

"Walter Simmons, be careful! He has already mastered the intermediate Third-tier Fire Realm!"

Wyatt Barnes hurriedly sent his warning through condensed Origin Force to Walter Simmons.

At that moment, as the ’fire fan’ hovered in the air and Rhodes Collins—surrounded by flames—seemed to turn into a giant fireball charging at Walter Simmons, a miraculous vision appeared in the sky above: one hundred and fifteen ancient Horned Dragon phantoms came into being, lifelike and imposing.

Whoosh!

Upon receiving Wyatt Barnes’s warning and being prepared, Walter Simmons faced the giant fireball resembling Rhodes Collins as he rolled towards him. Both man and sword merged into a giant sword formed from a tangible ’Water Realm’, cutting across the sky.

The piercing sound of the sword whistling through the air was released, and the sharp ’Sword Realm’ made many of those close by feel a chill run down their spines.

"It’s no use! The difference of the power of five ancient Horned Dragons is sufficient to allow me to crush you effortlessly!"

The rolling fireball, like a fired cannonball aimed at the position of the giant sword, accompanied by Rhodes Collins’s booming voice, resounded through the area.

"Is that so?"

The voice of Walter Simmons, devoid of fear, rang out as the giant sword, combined with the Water and Sword Realms, soared into the sky following his words.

"Hmph! You can’t escape!"

As Rhodes Collins’s cold snort sounded, the heatwave-emitting fireball rose into the sky, pursuing Walter Simmons as if it would not stop until it caught him.

Whoosh!

The giant sword soared, but the fireball behind it was closing in.

The gap of the strength of five ancient Horned Dragons made the speed of the giant sword slightly slower than the fireball.

"What is Walter Simmons trying to do?"

Brian Graham was utterly baffled by this scene, unable to guess Walter Simmons’s intention.

To him, Walter Simmons now seemed to be completely exposing himself to Rhodes Collins’s attacks, potentially placing himself in danger at any moment.

Wyatt Barnes’s brow also furrowed.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that Walter Simmons couldn’t possibly be making such a basic mistake.

"Could it be that Walter has some trump card up his sleeve?"

Suddenly, Wyatt Barnes glanced at Sword Thirteen and noticed his calm demeanor, which sparked this thought in Wyatt’s mind.

Then, Wyatt’s eyes shone as he unblinkingly watched the giant sword being closely pursued by the fireball.

Perhaps Walter Simmons could truly surprise him.

Whoosh!

The giant sword continued to surge upwards, while the huge fireball was getting closer and closer to it.

Hum!

Suddenly, a piercing roar echoed, causing everyone to involuntarily fix their gaze in its direction.

From the source of the sound, air currents swept through, forming circles of ripples spreading out in all directions, extraordinarily resplendent.

But now, nobody paid attention to this, as all eyes were on the giant sword that had suddenly changed direction.

The giant sword turned, pointing its tip at the oncoming huge fireball.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, everyone saw the giant sword tremble fiercely and then plummet rapidly, directly stabbing towards the large fireball that was rushing towards it.

The giant sword fell from the sky, carrying the power of one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons.

The huge fireball shot into the sky, containing the strength of one hundred and fifteen ancient Horned Dragons.

The two were about to collide, and if nothing unexpected happened, the outcome would be revealed immediately.

"Walter Simmons is going to lose."

This was what most people at the scene thought, after all, a difference of five ancient Horned Dragons in strength was like a vast chasm, hard to cross.

Whoosh!

Swoosh!

Finally, the giant sword and the huge fireball slammed into each other, sparking intense and brilliant sparks, like a series of solidified fireworks.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the material ’realm of water’ formed by the giant sword and the huge fireball collided, and due to the difference in the levels of realm, ’water overcomes fire’ could not be achieved.

In an instant, the giant fireball remained unchanged, while the giant sword was weakened and shrunk in size.

Boom!

A loud noise rang out as the giant sword seemed to have given up resistance, while the power of the great fireball grew even stronger, fiercely bombarding the giant sword and shattering it to pieces.

Just when everyone thought that Rhodes Collins, who controlled the huge fireball, had defeated Walter Simmons, who controlled the giant sword.

"Impossible!!"

An astonished shout suddenly rang out, filled with disbelief.

"That’s Rhodes Collins’ voice!"

Immediately, everyone couldn’t help but fix their gaze, and with just one look, they saw Walter Simmons, inside the shattered giant sword, holding his sword with both hands and continuing to fall.

In that moment, Walter Simmons transferred all his strength to the sword in his hands, and the shadow of the one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragons that had been gradually dissipating due to the destruction of the giant sword, once again coalesced.

Whoosh!

The three-foot green blade fell straight down, piercing through the weakened state of the huge fireball at the moment when its energy had been completely exhausted on the giant sword and could not be reinforced, falling towards Rhodes Collins’ forehead.

"Stop!!"

Seeing this, Thiago Relief’s face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, wanting to rescue Rhodes Collins, his direct disciple.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Whoosh!

Walter Simmons, along with his sword, fell from the sky, and the sharply five-horse-power three-foot green blade entered Rhodes Collins’ body through his forehead.

With the death of Rhodes Collins, the huge fireball dissipated and vanished into thin air.

Pulling out the sword, Walter Simmons, with his robes in tatters and blood on his lips, showed a hint of a smile on his face.

What did it matter if there was a difference of five ancient Horned Dragons in strength?

He, Walter Simmons, had still brought down Rhodes Collins with his sword!

"Walter Simmons!!"

Thiago Relief shouted coldly, his robes billowing out, wanting to avenge his direct disciple, Rhodes Collins.

Regrettably, before he could move, Yael Zafar stopped him, "Thiago Relief, calm down! Don’t forget, in the ’Great Mini Dynasty Martial Contest’ rankings selection, life and death are out of the question! As Vice Fort Master of Grimm Wolf Fortress, if you act out of personal interest, where would you place Grimm Wolf Fortress?"

As he spoke, Yael Zafar’s tone became increasingly stern.

Upon hearing this, Thiago Relief finally calmed down, but his eyes still blazed with a cold, hateful glare, staring intently at Walter Simmons.

If he ever had a slim chance, he would never let go of Walter Simmons, even if the other was a direct disciple of Sword Thirteen.

Although, within this group of young elites participating in the Great Mini Dynasty Martial Contest, Rhodes Collins was considered neither the most talented nor the most perceptive, Thiago Relief had always been very satisfied with his direct disciple because Rhodes Collins’ personality was very much to his liking.

But now, his direct disciple had been killed right before his eyes. How could he not be furious?

"Worthy of the Sub-Mother Chain Sword from Blade and Sword Sect, famous for its exceptional heavenly sword technique, truly remarkable!"

Bright’s eyes shone as he couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Standing next to Bright, another middle-aged monk, who was Pure, looked towards Sect Leader Sword, "Sect Leader Sword, is this young man perhaps your disciple?"

"Pure you bald monk, though your strength isn’t much to talk about, I have to say, you do have a decent eye," said Sword Thirteen with a nod.

Pure smiled wryly.

He was, after all, a fighter at Level Eight of the Transforming Void Realm, but in the mouth of Sword Thirteen, he became ’not much to talk about’ in terms of strength.

Of course, he was well aware that Sword Thirteen was qualified to say such things.

As far as he knew, Sword Thirteen had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transforming Void Realm, far beyond what he could compare to.

Perhaps, only his fellow brother Bright could have the strength to battle him.

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