Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1455 Threat

"As Evander Mullins’s tool for revenge, you died, and Quentin Campbell didn’t even bother to collect your corpse. Truly pathetic."

After pocketing Sail Fenning’s Storage Ring, Wyatt Barnes glanced at him lightly, then began to walk away through the crowd’s complex gazes, clearly intending to leave.

The crowd parted to make way for him.

Although seven or eight out of ten of the Moon Radiance Sect’s outer disciples present had bet against Wyatt and lost significant merit points, none of them showed any grievance toward him.

To them, the reason for their loss lay entirely with Sail Fenning’s incompetence.

They had placed such hefty bets on Sail Fenning because he was an acclaimed Earth List powerhouse; they assumed he could easily defeat Wyatt Barnes, a new disciple who had only joined the sect two months ago.

However, the results shattered their expectations.

Wyatt Barnes, despite being a newcomer to the sect, had slain Sail Fenning, a renowned Earth List powerhouse of the Moon Radiance Sect’s outer disciples.

"Wyatt Barnes, if you know what’s good for you, you’d better find some time to visit my residence and return all the merit points I bet on Sail Fenning. Otherwise... Humph!"

As Wyatt walked away, a voice imbued with True Energy reached his ears, filled with menace.

The threatening voice was not unfamiliar.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wyatt suddenly froze in his tracks and turned his gaze toward a group of sect elders. His eyes pinpointed Holden Yellow, the outer elder who had heavily bet on the duel yesterday.

"You dare to meet my gaze so openly in front of everyone... If you don’t hand over a million merit points, this matter between us won’t be over!"

When Holden saw Wyatt daring to confront him publicly, he became furious and roared, clearly trying to extort an outrageous sum from Wyatt.

A million merit points! Holden viewed Wyatt as an easy target for exploitation.

But Wyatt merely smiled in response, flashing a radiant grin that drew everyone’s attention.

"Elder Holden Yellow! Yesterday, it was you who approached me, adamantly staking thirty-six thousand merit points on a wager... Now that I’ve won, you threaten me to return your thirty-six thousand merit points. What sort of reasoning is this? Does a noble outer elder have the right to bully and coerce? Does the sect no longer enforce its laws and principles?"

Wyatt’s gaze sharpened as he openly called out Holden’s intimidation in front of the crowd.

His words were delivered swiftly, so swiftly Holden didn’t have time to react.

By the time Holden processed Wyatt’s statement, he realized that the gazes directed at him had drastically changed.

"Elder Holden, is Wyatt Barnes’s allegation true?"

An elder standing beside Holden asked flatly, "If it is true, then you’ve gone too far."

"Exactly. As an outer elder, you represent the dignity of the outer sect... Acting this way because you lost just tarnishes the sect’s reputation."

Another elder chimed in.

"Even if I were consumed with regret, I would admit defeat and honor my wager like any decent person... Elder Holden Yellow, if you really threatened Wyatt Barnes, your integrity as a gambler definitely requires improvement."

One after another, the elders voiced their opinions.

Hearing these remarks, Holden silently cursed, thinking they were hypocritical. He cast a piercing glance at Wyatt and roared angrily, "Wyatt Barnes, how dare you slander me?! Thirty-six thousand merit points might be a significant amount, but they are of no consequence to this elder."

In front of all these witnesses, Holden refused to admit anything, knowing it would be the end of his role as an elder.

"Slander?"

Wyatt smirked coldly. "Elder Holden Yellow, before yesterday, you and I had no personal interactions. Why would I bother slandering you? Simply because you bet thirty-six thousand merit points?"

"I imagine losing thirty-six thousand merit points as an elder must sting less than Vein Weber’s losses. Vein Weber, despite being merely an outer steward, wagered fifteen thousand merit points—almost his entire fortune—and never issued threats to me afterward."

"To compare, Elder Holden Yellow—your dignity seems far inferior to Steward Vein Weber’s."

As he spoke, Wyatt shook his head toward the end.

However, hearing Wyatt’s ’compliment,’ Vein Weber didn’t feel pleased. Instead, he fumed, nearly choking on fury.

Fifteen thousand merit points indeed constituted his entire savings.

Currently, his crystal card contained only a few thousand merit points.

Though he harbored resentment, he hadn’t resorted to threats. He just sought other opportunities—hoping to strike down Wyatt and seize his crystal card.

By doing so, he wouldn’t just regain his fifteen thousand; he stood to acquire nearly three hundred thousand merit points in addition.

"You..."

Holden’s face darkened, and as he prepared to retort, Wyatt interrupted him forcefully. "Elder Holden Yellow, although you’re an elder, I refuse to submit to your tyranny! Until my death, I’ll never hand over a million merit points!"

A million merit points!

Wyatt’s resolute proclamation once again shifted the crowd’s opinions. Their gazes toward Holden grew increasingly distinct.

Anyone with common sense could surmise Holden had indeed threatened Wyatt, demanding this exorbitant sum.

"Bah! Some elder; you’re a disgrace to us all!"

"Exactly! Even I, an ordinary outer disciple, honor my wagers, yet he resorts to bullying Wyatt Barnes and demands his merit points. Worse, he asks for an additional million merit points?! Utter greed!"

"Trying to rob someone in broad daylight? Such audacity is outrageous!"

...

Outer disciples who had also placed bets erupted in fury, disregarding Holden’s status as an elder. They vented their grievances unrestrainedly.

Holden was stunned.

The situation had spiraled completely out of control.

"Wyatt Barnes, are you aware that slandering sect elders is punishable by death within the sect?"

At last, Holden regained composure enough to issue a severe threat, his True Energy-enhanced voice cutting through the chaos.

"Slander?"

Wyatt sneered. "Elder Holden Yellow, you claim slander... Would you dare take a ’Thunder Tribulation Oath’ to prove you haven’t threatened me?"

"Humph! I did not threaten you, and I see no reason to waste an oath on someone like you."

Holden scoffed disdainfully.

"Indeed, being a lofty elder, you wouldn’t dare take an oath over my claims... Fine, I’ll do it myself. Here and now, I swear upon the Thunder Tribulation: if my previous statements contain any falsehoods, may the divine Thunder Punishment descend and strike me dead!"

Faced with Holden’s obstinance, Wyatt retaliated with resolve. As Holden’s face contorted, Wyatt bit his finger, letting a droplet of blood rise into the void.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

Nine thunderous roars reverberated throughout Heaven and Earth, reaching every ear on the scene.

The ultimatum of the Thunder Tribulation affirmed Wyatt’s sincerity, but no divine punishment descended upon him.

His words were vindicated, and Holden’s credibility shattered.

Gasps rippled across the crowd.

From this moment, everyone’s doubts regarding Holden’s threats dissipated entirely.

The Thunder Tribulation did not lie.

The sentiment "Man acts while Heaven watches" rang loud. Heaven showed no favor, only truth.

Even Pierce Reid and other outer elders began subtly distancing themselves from Holden, an implicit declaration that Holden’s character was beneath theirs.

Holden’s face flushed red with fury and shame, but he had no retort.

Wyatt’s act of publicly invoking the heavenly oath had made Holden’s protests meaningless. No defense could save him.

"Wyatt Barnes, don’t let me find an opportunity—otherwise, I’ll kill you!"

In a fit of rage, Holden cast Wyatt a furious glare, delivered a terse True Energy threat, then stormed off, vanishing from everyone’s sight.

Wyatt remained calm, unperturbed.

Even without recent incidents, Holden’s vindictive nature would never allow Wyatt to keep the thirty-six thousand merit points. Wyatt had no reason to fear him more than before.

Holden’s defeat and retreat earned another wave of jeers from the crowd.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"

"Who knew Elder Holden Yellow could stoop so low?"

"Honestly, he doesn’t deserve the title of elder! He humiliated the entire outer sect!"

...

Outer disciples, feeling a shared sense of outrage alongside Wyatt, expressed their indignation openly and without hesitation.

"Thank you all for your support."

Wyatt raised his voice, his True Energy amplifying it above the crowd’s commotion. "I’ve been thinking and realized everyone’s position. Here’s my decision: excluding Elder Holden Yellow and Steward Vein Weber, I will return half of the lost merit points to everyone else who placed bets!"

"Tomorrow at noon, meet me here in the Martial Arts Performance Field, bringing your wager notes to reclaim your merit points."

Wyatt’s proclamation spread across the field.

"Really?"

"Wyatt Barnes forever!"

"Thank you, Wyatt Barnes!"

"Wyatt Barnes is truly a generous man to compensate half of our losses."

...

Hearing his promise, the outer disciples erupted in gratitude, their expressions lighting up with joy.

As for the stewards present, their eyes gleamed with surprise and admiration.

"Wyatt Barnes, why exclude me?"

Steward Vein Weber, consumed with frustration, roared in protest.