Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 879: Aren’t You Already Dead?

Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Aren’t You Already Dead?

Ableton Sun’s voice had barely faded when Santos Locke made his move, opting for a pre-emptive strike.

Whoosh!

Santos Locke moved like a roaming dragon, shooting towards Wyatt Barnes. His third-grade spirit sword ripped through the sky, emitting a series of piercing sword cries.

Roaming Dragon Sword Technique!

As Santos Locke struck with his sword, it seemed to perfectly synchronize with his body. If his body was like that of a dragon, then the sword in his hand was like the dragon’s claw.

The sharp claw of the dragon tore through the air, showing no mercy as it clawed its way towards Wyatt Barnes.

Faced with Santos Locke’s fierce sword strike, Wyatt Barnes lazily stretched his body and then yawned indolently.

Seeing this scene, the group of Niklaus Woodson disciples were left speechless.

Santos Locke, perhaps not as strong as Wyatt Barnes, was nevertheless not far behind.

In their view, Wyatt Barnes was being too arrogant and was likely to suffer for it.

After all, Wyatt Barnes had not even taken out his spirit weapon yet.

Whoosh!

As Santos Locke, together with his sword, swept towards Wyatt Barnes, one hundred and forty ancient Horned Dragon phantoms galloped out from the void above, their aura like a rainbow, ferociously pouncing towards Wyatt Barnes.

Thousand Illusions!

As Santos Locke closed in on him, sword in hand, within a mere arm’s reach, Wyatt Barnes, who had been ready for a while, sent his concentrated spiritual power into the ’Soul Brand’ deep within his soul, casting a Soul Technique directly.

An illusory space appeared, enveloping the several dozen meter radius surrounding Wyatt Barnes.

Santos Locke was now right within the coverage of this illusory space.

Wind Swooping Through Fallen Leaves!

Faced with Santos Locke’s incoming sword strike, Wyatt Barnes flashed to the side, avoiding it.

The onlooking group of Niklaus Woodson disciples then widened their eyes in shock, some with mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

All of this because they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

They clearly saw that as they could visually track Wyatt Barnes dodging to the side,

Santos Locke, who by all accounts should have been far stronger than them, seemed not to notice at all and continued to thrust his sword towards where Wyatt Barnes had been.

His piercing gaze remained fixed on the air in front of him, as if Wyatt Barnes were still there.

"What is Santos Locke doing?"

"Is he blind? Didn’t he see that Wyatt Barnes has already moved to the side?"

"If he doesn’t pull back now, he’s going to completely expose his back to Wyatt Barnes!"

...

The sight before them left the group of Niklaus Woodson disciples dumbstruck, unable to understand why Santos Locke would make such an obvious mistake.

Only a few who knew the details about Wyatt Barnes understood why Santos Locke was behaving this way.

Santos Locke had not made a mistake.

In fact, in the ’world’ that Santos Locke saw, ’Wyatt Barnes’ never dodged from the beginning to the end, which is why he continued to thrust his sword unrelentingly.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes, having sidestepped to the side, raised his hand and Origin Force ran wild, then turned into a series of chilling whirlwinds, wrapping around the palm of his hand and converging together.

In the void above his head, extraordinary phenomena gradually took shape.

First, seventy ancient Horned Dragon phantoms appeared, followed by forty more, making a total of one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragon phantoms spiraling down, as if narrating Wyatt Barnes’ current strength.

Cave Void Realm, fifth layer.

Wind realm, intermediate third layer.

"It’s over... Santos Locke is finished!"

Seeing that Santos Locke was still unaware of Wyatt Barnes and remained unswervingly fixed in his momentum, thrusting his sword towards Wyatt Barnes’ former position, many Niklaus Woodson disciples sighed.

Whoosh!

Santos Locke, together with his sword, charged forward, passing in front of Wyatt Barnes, completely exposing his back to him.

Wyatt Barnes had long since raised his primed palm and shook it fiercely, accompanied by dull sounds of air bursting, and slammed it hard into Santos Locke’s back.

Bang!

A loud noise ensued, and Santos Locke was sent flying by Wyatt Barnes’ palm, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood before he could barely stabilize his form.

"Who?!"

Santos Locke hastily turned around, and with one glance, he saw Wyatt Barnes standing there and his face changed dramatically.

"You... how can you be there? Aren’t you... Aren’t you already dead?"

Looking at the Wyatt Barnes before him, Santos Locke felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Just now, his sword had clearly pierced into ’Wyatt Barnes’’ chest, killing ’Wyatt Barnes’.

Yet, just as he was excitedly contemplating his successful strike, he felt a vast force from behind him, landing on his body and sending him flying with severe injuries.

At first, he thought Brady Yellow must have launched a sneak attack on him, unwilling to accept Wyatt Barnes’ death.

But when he turned his head, he was shocked to discover a terrifying truth.

’Wyatt Barnes’, who should have been slain by him, stood before him completely unscathed, which was hard for him to accept.

"I’m already dead?"

Facing the flustered Santos Locke, Wyatt Barnes sneered, "Do you think... just by your power, you can kill me?"

Just now, he had used the Soul Technique ’Thousand Illusions’ to bewilder Santos Locke, making him kill the illusory ’him’ in the illusory space, intending to let Santos Locke come to him willingly.

Everything that followed was within his control.

After he critically injured Santos Locke, he withdrew the Soul Technique ’Thousand Illusions’, exposing his true self before Santos Locke’s eyes.

Santos Locke stared at Wyatt, clearly as shocked as if he had seen a ghost.

After all, in that illusory space, Locke had already killed the ’him’ that was conjured up, and Locke had no idea that such a space of illusion even existed.

"Impossible... How is this possible? How could something like this happen... It’s not possible, not possible!!"

Locke had a vacant look in his eyes, shaking his head continuously, somewhat hysterically.

"One more breath’s time left!"

Just then, Ableton Sun’s voice came through.

The surrounding disciples of Niklaus Woodson, one by one, brightened up their eyes, staring intently at Wyatt Barnes and Santos Locke, all wanting to know if Locke could hold on for one more breath’s time.

If he could, he would survive.

If not, he would die here.

Run!

The sound of Ableton Sun’s voice entering Locke’s ears was like a death knell, causing him to dare not be distracted by anything else, with only the thought of getting away from Wyatt Barnes remaining in his mind.

As long as he could last through this final breath of time, he could survive.

As for anything else, he was too lazy to think about it and did not dare to.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to survive!

But could he survive?

Just as Locke made his move to flee, and he had action to show for it.

Whoosh!

A swift purple figure appeared beside him like a ghost, frightening him almost out of his wits.

"No!!"

Seeing Wyatt Barnes, who was nearly within arm’s reach, Locke’s face changed dramatically, and as he shouted out loud, he trembled the third-grade spirit sword in his hand, stabbing toward Wyatt.

Swish!

A faint sound of a sword’s cry arose only to stop abruptly a moment later, fleeting as a flash.

The next moment, all the onlookers clearly saw.

A fine sword mark suddenly appeared on Locke’s throat.

In an instant, the sword mark spread open like a blooming flower, uncontrollably spurting out dazzling, eye-piercing fresh blood all over Locke’s body.

Immediately afterwards, Locke’s gaze became vacant, and the hand that was stabbing at Wyatt Barnes froze midair, continuing forward with reduced speed.

Following along was Locke’s corpse, which instantly lost all signs of life.

Locke’s body plummeted down and after a moment, crashed onto the cliffside on Niklaus Woodson’s side, turning into a pool of gore.

Silence.

The scene was deathly still.

The Woodson disciples’ gazes were withdrawn, with an implicit consensus falling on the purple-clothed youth not far away, all filled with shock.

Unbeknownst to them, a three-foot green blade had appeared in the hands of the purple-clothed youth.

That fleeting cry of the sword, was precisely the sound emitted when the three-foot green blade swept out from his hand.

Sword Drawing Technique!

It was the technique that Wyatt Barnes used to shadow Locke closely and finish him with one sword thrust to the throat.

The technique wasn’t high-level, but it highly valued speed.

With Wyatt’s current strength and the activation of the Sword Drawing Technique, the speed was alarming to an extreme degree.

At least, among those present, only Ableton Sun and Briggs Colby could see it clearly.

Even Brady Yellow, who was on the same level as Wyatt as a ’Cave Void Realm quintuple martial artist,’ failed to capture that fleeting flash of the sword.

Whoosh!

As Wyatt raised his hand, the third-grade spirit sword was stored away in his Storage Ring.

At the same time, the nearly one hundred and sixty ancient Horned Dragon phantom images above the void dissipated, vanishing without a trace.

"Wyatt’s sword just now was so fast!"

"Yeah. From start to finish, we only heard that ephemeral sound of the sword’s cry... By the time we realized what happened, Locke was already dead."

"However, it’s also because Locke was already injured. Otherwise, he might not have been caught up to by Wyatt."

"Speaking of Locke’s injuries, I’m still a bit confused... After Wyatt dodged, why did he keep charging forward and expose his back to Wyatt?"

"The strangest part is, after being severely wounded by Wyatt, when Locke turned around and looked at Wyatt, he actually said that Wyatt was already dead?"

"I guess his competitive spirit got the better of him, leading to hallucinations. That would explain everything... Because of the hallucinations, he would have exposed his back to Wyatt."

...

A group of Woodson disciples were all abuzz with discussions, which were all about the scene from the fight between Wyatt Barnes and Santos Locke.

"Haha... Wyatt, impressive!"

As Wyatt sheathed his sword, Brady Yellow laughed heartily, giving him a thumbs-up, "That Locke is a fool... daring to pick you, a freak."

"He wouldn’t have picked you, would he?"

Wyatt gave Brady a sidelong glance, "With the likes of you taking action, I’m afraid he would have been killed in one encounter... At least, I let him live for two breaths’ time."

Not far away, Ableton Sun and Briggs Colby exchanged glances and sighed.

Their sighs were not for Locke’s death, but for Gide Ho’s self-imposed destruction of his cultivation.

Gide Ho, an elder of Woodson, was an existence at the sixth level of the Transforming Void Realm.

The self-destruction of such an existence was a tremendous loss for Woodson.