Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1465: He is Wyatt Barnes!

The Inner Sect disciple originally thought that the Outer Sect disciple before him would show a panicked and helpless expression upon realizing he was being blocked.

Who would have thought the other party not only did not panic but instead defied him fearlessly and matched words with him.

For some reason, at that moment, a trace of apprehension arose in his heart.

Could it be that this Outer Sect disciple had someone backing him?

Otherwise, how could he dare to talk back to him, an Inner Sect disciple, this boldly?

Was he not afraid of being taught a lesson that would leave him bedridden for months?

By now, many people had noticed the standoff between Wyatt Barnes and the other person, gathering to watch the spectacle unfold.

Even those on the first floor of the Hall of Merit, including the Inner Sect disciples who had stalls set up, abandoned their booths to join the crowd... For them, watching a commotion was far better than sitting guard at their stalls all day.

What’s more, once something exciting happened outside, it was impossible for anyone to bother with their booths.

Because everyone would be drawn to where the action was happening.

"That’s Nanny Wood!"

Someone recognized the Inner Sect disciple confronting Wyatt and teased, "Nanny Wood, you, a dignified Inner Sect disciple, picking a fight with an Outer Sect disciple? Aren’t you embarrassed?"

Upon hearing this, Nanny Wood’s face turned red and then pale.

"Oh? It’s him!"

Just then, the owners of several stalls that Wyatt had previously visited also recognized him—several Inner Sect disciples. freewёbnoνel.com

They had a deep impression of Wyatt.

Because Wyatt had haggled their prices down all the way to their bottom line.

Quickly, more and more spectators gathered, forming an almost complete circle.

Nanny Wood hadn’t expected the situation to blow up like this. It had now entirely spun out of his control, leaving him in an awkward and indecisive position.

"Who is your master?"

Taking a deep breath, he used True Energy to transmit his voice to Wyatt, his tone softening ever so slightly.

"Asking about my master?"

Hearing Nanny Wood’s True Energy transmission, Wyatt easily saw through his intentions and immediately chuckled mockingly, "What’s the matter? Are you worried that my master might be one of the Sect’s high-ranking elders whom you can’t afford to offend?"

Nanny Wood had used True Energy to transmit his question, but Wyatt responded aloud for all to hear.

In an instant, everyone present cast peculiar looks at Nanny Wood.

"You block someone first and only then wonder about their backing... Isn’t that a bit too late?"

Several Inner Sect disciples couldn’t help but laugh.

"Haha! Nanny Wood, are you scared? If you’re afraid, just make way for this junior brother and stop blocking him from returning to the Outer Sect."

Many Inner Sect disciples who weren’t on good terms with Nanny Wood also chimed in, mocking him.

"Tsk tsk... A dignified Inner Sect disciple getting cowed by an Outer Sect disciple. What a disgrace!"

The taunting grew louder and more numerous.

Nanny Wood’s face grew red and pale by turns, his heart seething with shame and anger. His gaze turned once again to Wyatt, his eyes glinting with malice. "It doesn’t matter who stands behind you. If you don’t respect your senior, as your senior brother, it’s my duty to teach you how to behave!"

His words sounded righteous and upright, attempting to reframe his actions of blocking Wyatt as a matter of principle.

"Disrespecting seniors?"

Hearing Nanny Wood’s words, Wyatt laughed. "What a hefty accusation! Do you think that by uttering such nonsense, even if I do have someone backing me, they won’t act because it appears you’re in the right?"

"You!!"

Nanny Wood didn’t expect his intentions to be so easily exposed with just a few words. Anger and embarrassment surged uncontrollably within him.

He could discern that the gazes of the surrounding crowd had grown increasingly odd as they looked at him.

"You don’t need to overthink it... Let me tell you plainly—nobody is standing behind me. There’s no need for you to keep guessing. If you want to make a move, then go ahead. If you don’t dare, get lost. I still need to return to train; I don’t have time to waste here with you."

Wyatt spoke with calm detachment, but by the end, his tone carried a hint of impatience.

"Haha! Nanny Wood, are you really backing off now?"

"This junior brother already said he has no one backing him; don’t tell me you still don’t dare make a move?"

"How boring! I thought there’d be a great fight, but Nanny Wood is such a coward."

Many Inner Sect disciples, ever eager for chaos, mocked him, shaking their heads at the anticlimax.

The jeers drilled into Nanny Wood’s ears, causing his face to flush crimson as rage boiled uncontrollably within him. He glared at Wyatt venomously. "Today, I’ll teach you, as an Outer Sect junior brother, how to show proper respect to your senior!"

Wyatt exposing him multiple times had finally pushed Nanny Wood into a full-blown fury, nearly robbing him of all reason.

"Teach me? That will depend on whether you’re capable of it."

Facing the now-aggressive Nanny Wood, Wyatt’s lips curled into a derisive cold smile as he spoke.

"You’re asking for death!"

Nanny Wood roared violently before finally making his move. His figure flashed like thunder, closing the distance to Wyatt in mere moments.

Swoosh!

With a wave of his hand, a seven-foot spear emerged. With a sudden flick, it lashed toward Wyatt like a terrifying whip.

The spear tore through the air, its shadow multiplying to fill the space, like venomous serpents lunging toward Wyatt all at once.

As an Inner Sect disciple with a cultivation level in the early stages of Entering the Saint Realm, Nanny Wood’s strength was undeniably formidable.

At the very least, he was no weaker than Sail Fenning was before the Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription on his heavy sword had been activated.

However, as the overwhelming spear shadows approached, Wyatt remained motionless like a mountain, standing still and steady, apparently willing to leave himself fully exposed before Nanny Wood’s assault.

As the Inner Sect disciples watching the scene held their breaths in suspense, hearts tightening with anxiety, Wyatt finally moved.

In his hand, a heavy sword appeared out of nowhere. The moment it fell into his grasp, his True Energy surged into the sword, imbuing it with an enigmatic and unfathomable aura, transforming it into what felt like a mountain-crushing hammer in mere moments.

"Heaviness like Mount Tai!"

Chanting silently in his heart, Wyatt raised the heavy sword, its blade trembling with sheer power, and swung it, meeting Nanny Wood’s spear shadows head-on.

The heavy sword moved like wind and thunder, cutting through the air. Wherever it passed, it seemed as if mountains were toppling, distorting the void with resounding thunderclaps.

The winds roared relentlessly, their sheer force rippling across the surroundings in all directions.

"That’s the Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription!"

An Inner Sect disciple gasped in recognition, clearly identifying the activated Saint Inscription engraved on Wyatt’s sword.

At these words, Nanny Wood’s expression faltered slightly, realizing that this Outer Sect disciple might indeed have an extraordinary background.

Are you kidding me!

That was a Two-Star Saint Inscription—the ’Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription’!

A Saint Tool inscribed with that was openly sold in the Hall of Merit for no less than 200,000 merit points.

How could someone who could wield such a weapon be an ordinary Outer Sect disciple?

Impossible!

At that moment, regret crept into Nanny Wood’s heart.

Yet, now that he had struck with his full force, it was already too late to pull back.

Soon, however, he discovered that whether or not he wanted to withdraw didn’t matter—he wouldn’t be able to harm his opponent anyway.

As Wyatt’s sweeping, mountain-like heavy sword clashed with Nanny Wood’s charging spear, the void itself seemed to shatter in an instant.

BOOM!!

A wave of energy erupted violently from the clash, churning into a miniature shockwave that hurled vicious winds in all directions.

The fierce winds flapped the robes of the onlooking Inner Sect disciples but did not distract their focused gazes from the unfolding showdown.

As the void seemed on the verge of rupturing, under everyone’s wide-eyed stares, Wyatt, wielding the heavy sword with a powerful sweep, staggered back three steps.

On the other hand, Nanny Wood was far worse off. His spear had snapped and been flung away, and his hand that had gripped the weapon was now a bloody mess.

Not only that, but positioned at the very center of the clash, Nanny Wood had borne the brunt of its raw force, sending his entire body hurtling through the air to land on the ground more than ten meters away in complete disarray.

"This Heaviness like Mount Tai, when paired with the Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription, is truly exhilarating!"

Despite the waves of energy churning within his body, Wyatt’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

He hadn’t yet begun properly training the auxiliary offensive techniques of the "Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets," including the move Heaviness like Mount Tai. Yet, even when casually executed alongside the Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription, it produced unexpectedly stunning results.

The sword’s mountain-like sweep seemed to demand all obstacles bow before its dominance.

That sense of overwhelming power, of unrelenting might, coursing through him—it made every cell in Wyatt’s body boil with adrenaline.

In this moment, a fervent joy welled up within him, as if he could burst into hysterical laughter at any time.

"Inner Sect senior brother?"

With a cold glance at the lifeless figure of Nanny Wood sprawled on the ground, Wyatt smirked frostily. Retrieving the Thousand Pounds Heavy Sword, he turned and strode indifferently toward the Outer Sect’s direction amidst the astonished stares of the surrounding disciples.

Listening to the biting sarcasm in Wyatt’s departing chuckle, Nanny Wood was so enraged that his blood pressure surged violently, exacerbating his injuries and causing him to faint outright.

It wasn’t until Wyatt’s silhouette fully disappeared from sight that the surrounding Inner Sect disciples snapped out of their stupor. Turning to one another, they exchanged looks of mutual disbelief.

"Since when did the Outer Sect produce such a figure?"

"For an Outer Sect disciple to defeat Nanny Wood so effortlessly... In the entire Outer Sect, only four people could manage that—and they’re all top-ranked Earth List elites at the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm."

"You’re wrong. It’s four, not five. Sail Fenning died yesterday."

"No, I was right! Sail Fenning is dead, but someone has taken his place... Don’t forget, after killing Sail Fenning, that newly-risen monster in the Outer Sect replaced his position, including his Earth List ranking."

"That monster... goes by the name Wyatt Barnes."

...

The murmuring discussion among the Outer Sect disciples stirred with astonishment. The scene they had just witnessed was utterly shocking.

"Do you think... That Outer Sect disciple just now might have been Wyatt Barnes?"

Suddenly, someone voiced their suspicion.

"Now that you mention it, it really could be... That heavy sword the Outer Sect disciple wielded earlier looked very similar to the one Sail Fenning used before, and it also bore the Thousand Pounds Saint Inscription."

Prompted by this reminder, many Inner Sect disciples brewed a realization.

And in the end, they nearly reached a unanimous conclusion.

The Outer Sect disciple from before was none other than the newly-risen monster of the Outer Sect—Wyatt Barnes!