Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1369: Jemma Clifford’s Strength

Edward Watson was kicked into the air, drawing a perfect parabola and heading straight towards the... septic tank below the platform.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were all stunned.

At that moment, they even suspected that Foresty Crawford did it on purpose.

Just when everyone, including Foresty Crawford, thought that Edward Watson was going to fall into the septic tank, a figure swift as the wind swept out and arrived beside the septic tank in the blink of an eye.

The figure reached out a large hand, grabbed Edward Watson by his belt, and pulled him to his side, preventing him from falling into the septic tank.

"New kid, with this little strength, you dare to challenge the Thirteen Protectors?"

Many of the onlookers mocked.

"In the same middle stage of the Transcending Mortal Realm, you can’t even handle a move from the last-ranked among the Thirteen Protectors... It seems, the newcomers today aren’t much either."

A wave of ridicule spread through the air.

In the midst of the ridicule, Edward Watson finally came to his senses.

"You’re ruthless!"

Realizing that he had almost fallen into the septic tank, he looked angrily at Foresty Crawford and roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot as if he wanted to fight Foresty Crawford to the death again.

"A defeated opponent, can only scream like a shrew."

Foresty Crawford glanced lightly at Edward Watson, then turned his gaze back to the person who saved Edward Watson, a cold light flashing in his eyes, clearly dissatisfied with his actions.

"You!!"

Feeling disdain from Foresty Crawford, Edward Watson’s face changed drastically, and in his feverish mind, he wanted to climb back onto the platform again.

"You are no match for him."

At that moment, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and shook his head at him.

For a moment, Edward Watson sobered up a bit, looked at the person stopping him, and sincerely thanked: "Wyatt Barnes, thank you."

The person who intervened to save Edward Watson was none other than Wyatt Barnes.

Although Wyatt Barnes and Edward Watson also met for the first time today and did not really have any relations... still, Edward Watson was a genius that Elder Mullins had found for the Main Mansion of Hill Mountain City.

And Elder Mullins seemed to have a good relationship with Damien Lynch.

Because Damien Lynch had once saved his life, he decisively acted to save Edward Watson, which also indirectly repaid his debt.

"It seems your strength is even stronger than his... do you dare to come up and try?"

Foresty Crawford stood on the platform, imposing and commanding, looking directly at Wyatt Barnes, his voice booming as he asked.

Dare or not?! Foresty Crawford’s words were undeniably a naked provocation.

As Foresty Crawford’s voice faded, including Edward Watson, all eyes at the scene turned to Wyatt Barnes... they were all curious if Wyatt Barnes would go up and fight Foresty Crawford.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wyatt Barnes did not respond to Foresty Crawford, as if he had not heard Foresty Crawford’s words at all.

His gaze fell on a graceful figure not far away.

The owner of the figure was none other than ’Jemma Clifford’.

"Coward!"

Seeing that Wyatt Barnes ignored him, Foresty Crawford immediately grew furious, contemptuously speaking down from his higher position, his large eyes, filled with rage and also mixed with contempt.

He was very dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied with how Wyatt Barnes had just saved Edward Watson.

However, there are rules in the Dragon Camp.

Unless it is for competing for a wooden residence, initiating a challenge... otherwise, as a member of the Thirteen Protectors, he should not challenge other Dragon Camp members.

Because that would be bullying the weak.

At this time, many people looked at Wyatt Barnes with more contempt, thinking he did not dare to fight Foresty Crawford.

However, the next words from Wyatt Barnes made them collectively stunned.

"Jemma Clifford, you first?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Jemma Clifford, politely inquiring.

"Thanks."

Jemma Clifford was somewhat hesitant at first, but upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, she immediately smiled radiantly, captivating many young men present, and leapt out instantly.

In a blink of an eye, she arrived beside Wyatt Barnes, nodded at him, then drifted onto the platform.

The whole action, smooth as flowing clouds and water, coupled with her graceful and alluring figure, was pleasing to the eye.

"Is he... letting Jemma Clifford take on Foresty Crawford?"

At this time, many were surprised and looked at Wyatt Barnes.

"In doing so... either he knows he is no match for Foresty Crawford, using Jemma Clifford as a shield; or, he is confident in defeating the ’twelfth-ranked’ among the Thirteen Protectors, who is ranked higher than Foresty Crawford."

Someone speculated.

"I think it’s the former."

"I think so too."

...

Many others believed Wyatt Barnes knew he was no match for Foresty Crawford, which is why he pushed Jemma Clifford out as a shield.

As for these remarks, Wyatt Barnes did not care.

He knew that at this time, saying more was of no use.

His gaze quickly fell on Jemma Clifford standing on the platform... as soon as Jemma Clifford stepped onto the platform, she did not rush to engage with Foresty Crawford, instead she picked up Edward Watson’s sword and tossed it back to Edward Watson.

Then, she calmly looked at Foresty Crawford and made eye contact with him.

"Thank you."

Edward Watson sheathed his sword, showing gratitude as he thanked Jemma Clifford.

"You’re pretty, but with that frail body of yours, do you really intend to fight me, Foresty Crawford?"

Foresty Crawford examined Jemma Clifford, whose figure was similar to Edward Watson’s but much frailer, and asked disdainfully.

As Jemma Clifford raised her hand, a black whip appeared in it, dancing like a black python following her movements.

Jemma Clifford answered Foresty Crawford with her actions.

"Very good! Very good! It seems you consider me an easy target."

Suddenly, Foresty Crawford’s face darkened with anger in his eyes, and he raised his iron rod, "I really want to see how much you weigh, you little bitch, daring to challenge me, Foresty Crawford."

Little bitch?

Foresty Crawford’s words caused Jemma Clifford’s pretty face to change color, and a coldness flared in her eyes.

Suddenly, Jemma Clifford moved.

With one push of her lotus foot, she flew out gracefully and pleasingly.

However, during this process, Jemma Clifford’s speed increased more and more. Soon, she turned into a blur, elusive to the onlooking crowd.

"So fast!"

Instantly, many people exclaimed, noticing that Jemma Clifford’s speed was even faster than Edward Watson’s earlier shown speed.

"It seems that Foresty Crawford’s speed is not as fast as Jemma Clifford’s."

Wyatt Barnes’s attention flitted between Jemma Clifford and Foresty Crawford, quickly noting that Foresty Crawford’s expression grew unpleasant as soon as Jemma Clifford leaped forward.

The facts proved Wyatt Barnes’s guess was correct.

Facing the swiftly approaching Jemma Clifford, Foresty Crawford made no move because he knew his speed was inferior to hers and he couldn’t dodge her attack... Not only that, but rashly dodging while knowing he was slower would only make him more passive.

Therefore, Foresty Crawford smartly chose to stand still and waited for Jemma Clifford to approach.

However, his iron rod was already swinging, generating winds, creating shockwaves around it as it danced.

Just like during his fight with Edward Watson earlier.

"Not this move again!"

Many people exclaimed.

"Naturally. This move, after all, is Foresty Crawford’s trump card... It’s said to be a defensive and offensive technique from his high-grade martial arts, called ’Impenetrable’."

"Impenetrable? True to its name, when he swings his iron rod, not even the wind can pass through."

"This move, not only is the defense remarkable, but the attack power is also not weak at all."

...

The quiet chatter of the young onlookers clearly reached Wyatt Barnes’s ears, making him squint, "A move that’s both offensive and defensive?"

"Look! Foresty Crawford is making a move."

Suddenly, an exclamation reached Wyatt Barnes’s ears and pulled his wandering soul back.

At that moment, Wyatt Barnes looked back at the stage and saw Foresty Crawford swinging his iron rod, confronting the whip in Jemma Clifford’s hand, which was lashing out like a nimble snake, seemingly trying to use the same old trick to swipe her weapon away.

"Hmph!"

Faced with Foresty Crawford’s iron rod swooping in like a windmill, Jemma Clifford’s lips curled in disdain, and as she raised her hand, the black whip instantly straightened.

One could see faint True Energy flickering around the black whip, like tiny lightning bolts jumping around, emitting an intimidating aura.

"Whip as Sword!"

As Jemma Clifford’s cherry lips parted, three words emerged from her mouth, and the next moment, her whip, now straight as a sword, thrust directly towards Foresty Crawford.

Whoosh!

At this moment, what was in Jemma Clifford’s hand was no longer a whip, but a long, narrow sword.

"A sword?"

Seeing this, disdain increased on Foresty Crawford’s face as he met Jemma Clifford’s whip-turned-’sword’ with his iron rod.

In his view, Jemma Clifford’s black whip would soon be swept away.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal striking metal came as Jemma Clifford’s whip, now like a sword, stabbed onto the spun iron rod, sparking a dazzling shower of sparks.

Just as Foresty Crawford’s face showed a triumphant smile and his iron rod continued spinning forward like a windmill... Jemma Clifford’s wrist made a subtle movement.

"Using firmness against firmness, when the opponent is at their firmest, instantly transition to softness, overcoming firmness with softness."

Jemma Clifford’s subtle action went unnoticed by almost everyone, including Foresty Crawford.

The reason for ’almost’ is because Wyatt Barnes had seen Jemma Clifford’s movement and guessed that she intended to suddenly change tactics while Foresty Crawford was preparing to clash with her directly.

Unbeknownst to when, the smile on Foresty Crawford’s face had frozen.

And the onlookers could clearly see... Jemma Clifford’s straightened black whip had suddenly softened, then like a nimble snake, wrapped around the twirling iron rod, following its movement.

For a moment, the spinning iron rod slowed down.

"Not good!"

Realizing that his iron rod was trapped by the black whip and unable to break free, Foresty Crawford’s complexion drastically changed.

And just then, Foresty Crawford felt a tremendous force surging from his iron rod... it was Jemma Clifford’s whip shaking, pulling Foresty Crawford along with his rod towards her.

Before Foresty Crawford could react, Jemma Clifford’s other slender hand had already stretched out, landing a palm on his chest.