Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 98 ’Destiny

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 ’Destiny

Wyatt Barnes raised an eyebrow.

Brock Patel, third son of the County Governor of Swallow Mountain, was the one whose arm he had severed.

Unexpectedly, the news had already spread far and wide.

Upon reflection, Wyatt Barnes felt less surprised. There was no wall without chinks, and this news was indeed explosive.

Soon, the waiter served the wine and dishes.

The trio of Wyatt Barnes dined and chatted.

"Brock Patel, third son of the County Governor of Swallow Mountain. I’ve heard of him. It’s said that he broke through to the third level of the Condensed Pill Realm before he was seventeen, making him a famous youthful genius in Swallow Mountain."

Westyn Morgan’s eyes flashed as he slowly spoke.

"With one arm disabled and unable to perform martial arts, his life is essentially ruined."

Remi Sinclair said.

"Doesn’t he have another hand?"

Westyn Morgan was stunned.

Remi Sinclair shook his head and laughed.

Westyn Morgan was puzzled and turned to the purple-clothed youth across the table, "Wyatt Barnes, what does Remi Sinclair mean by that?"

"Westyn Morgan."

Wyatt Barnes looked at Westyn Morgan and laughed: "Which hand do you use most deftly for martial arts?"

"Of course, the right hand!"

Westyn Morgan replied without hesitation.

"And which hand do you use when you eat with chopsticks, or when you write?"

Wyatt Barnes asked again.

"Also the right hand. I’ve been used to it since childhood."

Westyn Morgan answered without thinking.

"Exactly. Suppose your right hand becomes useless too, unable to perform martial arts...how long do you think it will take for your left hand to completely replace the right one?"

Wyatt Barnes questioned once more.

"This..."

At this moment, it seemed Westyn Morgan finally understood.

A person’s life only lasts several decades.

The loss of Brock Patel’s most important arm meant that if he wanted to retrain his martial arts with his other hand, or even change his training to focus on leg techniques... it would consume an ample amount of time.

This would unavoidably slow down his cultivation progress.

With the passage of time, even those of his peers with slightly lesser talent would outstrip him.

"Good heavens."

Westyn Morgan couldn’t help but click his tongue, "I don’t know who was so cruel as to sever Brock Patel’s arm... He’s the son of our county governor in Swallow Mountain. If the perpetrator is discovered, he won’t have a grave to be buried in."

Remi Sinclair seemed dismissive, "It’s been so long, but we haven’t heard about any suspects identified by the County Governor’s Mansion. They probably can’t find any."

"That’s true."

Westyn Morgan nodded.

Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes and continued indulging in his meal in a leisurely manner.

As if everything Westyn Morgan and Remi Sinclair spoke about was completely unrelated to him.

"However, Wyatt Barnes, you were really ruthless earlier... those four men from the Davies family in County City were sent flying by you in an instant. I suspect that this incident will soon spread throughout Iron Blood City. When it does, the Davies family will truly lose face."

Remi Sinclair then looked at Wyatt Barnes and chuckled.

"Even if they lose face, they brought it upon themselves. There were so many people eating in the tavern, yet they specifically targeted our table."

Wyatt Barnes rolled his eyes, looking indifferent.

"The Davies family won’t cause trouble for us, will they?"

Westyn Morgan was somewhat apprehensive.

"Westyn Morgan, you’re overthinking it. Even if the Davies family wants to make trouble for us, that won’t be until after a year... All of those men from the Davies family have decent strength, they should be able to enter the Genius Camp. We don’t even know if they’ll be able to survive by then."

As Remi Sinclair spoke, a trace of murderous intent flitted across his eyes.

Wyatt Barnes’ eyebrows twitched slightly.

On Remi Sinclair, he felt a tinge of real murderous intent...

This was something that none of the young martial artists he had met before possessed.

Clearly, Remi Sinclair was no stranger to killing...

And certainly not just one or two people.

With bellies full and thirst sated, the trio left the tavern.

Though they were also deeply remembered by a group of young prodigies in the tavern.

Especially Wyatt Barnes.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old martial artist in the fourth estate of the Condensed Pill Realm. It would be hard not to be remembered.

After a tour at the night market in Iron Blood City, Wyatt Barnes and his companions returned to the inn to rest.

They would register for the Iron Blood Army Camp the next day.

That night, Wyatt Barnes didn’t practice cultivation, instead, he laid on his bed, reminiscing about his experiences in the past year...

He couldn’t help but sigh a little.

"Now, I have truly integrated into this world."

A warm smile appeared at the corner of Wyatt Barnes’ mouth.

He thought of his mother, Christina Lee, thought of Keer, thought of Jovie Lee...

They were the people he cared about the most in this world.

For them, he was willing to be an enemy of the world!

As the night deepened, Wyatt Barnes fell into a deep sleep.

He had a very long dream.

In his dream, he was intimately entwined with Keer and Jovie, eventually having many, many children...

Just when his ninth child was born.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

A dull voice, akin to a rolling thunder, jolted Wyatt Barnes awake.

"Damn! Westyn Morgan, you’ve interrupted my beautiful dream."

After casually freshening up and getting dressed, Wyatt Barnes walked out of his room, cursing under his breath.

Westyn Morgan scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed awkwardly.

"Let’s go, let’s register."

At this time, Remi Sinclair had also emerged.

The eastern part of Iron Blood City had been designated as a vast area. This was the site of the Iron Blood Army Camp.

Now, at the entrance to the Iron Blood Army Camp, queues were formed, winding like a great dragon.

A group of young boys, standing orderly in line.

"We still came too late."

Seeing the densely packed lines, Westyn Morgan was taken aback.

"It doesn’t matter if we’re late, as long as others are not."

Wyatt Barnes glanced into the distance, a smile appearing on his face.

"Huh?"

Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan looked puzzled.

"Let’s go, someone has saved spots for us."

Leading the way, Wyatt Barnes moved towards the front of the queue with Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan.

"Hey! Be civilized and queue."

"Cutting in line is disgraceful!"

"Hey kid, we’re talking about you."

...

Suddenly, a group of sweaty young boys couldn’t help shouting at Wyatt Barnes and his companions.

Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan felt embarrassed.

"Wyatt Barnes, we should just queue."

Westyn Morgan whispered.

Wyatt Barnes ignored Westyn Morgan and looked at the protesters, frowning, "What are you shouting for? Which one of you saw us cutting in line? We’ve been here since the crack of dawn. Our comrades are ahead, holding our places."

After hearing Wyatt’s words, the rowdy group fell silent, looking at Wyatt with suspicion.

Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan were dumbfounded.

Comrades?

They were unaware that they had companions.

"Hey, lads, thanks for holding our places in line. Lunch is on me."

By now, Wyatt Barnes had reached the front of the line, and he slapped a grey-clad young boy on the shoulder.

"Who the bloody hell touched me...?"

The grey-clad youth began to shout but swallowed his words when he saw Wyatt Barnes, "You... you..."

"Thanks, brothers, for your hard work."

Wyatt Barnes squinted, smiling as he cut off the grey-clad teenager’s words, nodding at the three teenagers behind him.

Despite his gentleness, Wyatt’s eyes flashed with a hint of threat.

These four boys were none other than the Davies family boys who were taught a lesson by Wyatt Barnes at the pub last evening...

Finally, Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan understood and secretly gave Wyatt Barnes a thumbs up.

In this way, Wyatt Barnes and his two companions successfully cut in line.

Several nearby prowling teenagers, seeing that the grey-clad boy had no reaction, naturally assumed that Wyatt Barnes and his companions came together with him...

Of course, some also recognized Wyatt Barnes and the grey-clad boy from their dinner at the pub yesterday.

But they kept their mouths shut.

They had all witnessed Wyatt Barnes’s prowess and were afraid of inviting trouble.

The grey-clad boy blushed in anger, his heart trembling.

Damn it, is he under some evil spell?

Wherever he goes, he encounters this devil. If losing face at the pub yesterday wasn’t enough, he now had to endure Wyatt Barnes cutting in line.

What’s worse is he didn’t dare to rebuke.

Otherwise, he could imagine that his fate would be worse than yesterday....

"Daisy Davies, this guy is too bullying."

The three boys behind the grey-clad boy were indignant but only dared to speak in whispers.

"So what are you going to do about it? Why don’t you tell him to leave?"

Daisy Davies shot his companions a glance.

Hearing these words, the three boys suddenly acted as if they had heard nothing, looking around and keeping silent.

Before long, it was Wyatt Barnes and his two companions’ turn.

After filling in the simple enrollment information, each of them were given a number plate.

The number for Wyatt Barnes was 137.

Remi Sinclair’s number was 138.

And Westyn Morgan’s was 139.

"Before noon tomorrow, you will enter our Iron Blood Army camp with your number plate and participate in the assessment... If you pass the assessment, you will become a member of the Genius Camp."

A soldier from the Iron Blood Army, dressed in light armor, spoke coldly.

The three of them nodded, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Thanks, brother. Given our ’fated’ encounters, I’ll definitely treat you to tea if I have time."

Before leaving, Wyatt Barnes patted the grey-clad boy’s shoulder, baring a bright smile and revealing his neat, white teeth, "Also, your name is not bad... Daisy Davies, it sounds really impressive. I have studied some divination. Trust me, you will certainly be a notable figure in the future."

Obviously, Wyatt Barnes had heard the earlier conversation between Daisy Davies and his three companions.

Remi Sinclair and Westyn Morgan suppressed their laughter...

Daisy Davies’s face turned black.

What on earth did this devil want to do!

"Alright, brother, go get your number plate quickly, otherwise Mr.Soldier will be unhappy."

Wyatt Barnes smiled, patted Daisy Davies’s shoulder again, and spoke slowly.

With that, the three of them walked away.

Just then.

"Are the four of you together?"

The Iron Blood Army youth soldier’s face darkened as he asked Daisy Davies and his three companions.

"Yes, Mr.Soldier."

Daisy Davies quickly nodded.

Although he belonged to the Davies family in County City, the Iron Blood Army was notoriously ruthless, and he dared not act arrogantly.

"It’s been a while since the three before you completed the registration. Is it intentional to make me wait and embarrass me?"

The Iron Blood Army soldier transformed into an angry warrior, he rebuked loudly.

"No, no..."

Daisy Davies quickly waved his hands in denial.

"Humph! Considering you four have delayed the others’ time..., now, get to the back of the line and queue again!"

The Iron Blood Army soldier said in a no-nonsense manner.

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