Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1415: Battle Transcending Mortal Realm Great Perfection!

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Battle Transcending Mortal Realm Great Perfection!

"So you, the Clark Family, are seeking death?"

Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes slightly, asking indifferently.

Since the beginning, Wyatt’s expression had not changed, even upon knowing that the assaulter was a Martial Artist at Small Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm, he remained calm.

This scene also made Lincoln Clark’s heart sink.

For a moment, he even thought that someone was secretly protecting Wyatt, which emboldened him to act this way.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

According to Jan Clark, ever since Wyatt left the Main Mansion, there had been no one following him... Moreover, their delayed action was due to observing for several days.

After confirming no one was protecting Wyatt in secret, they decided to take action.

After all, killing a disciple of the City Lord of Hill Mountain City, once it gets out, would bring a great disaster upon the Clark Family of New South Town.

The Main Mansion of Hill Mountain City is a power of the eighth tier.

To annihilate a ninth-tier force like the Clark Family would be effortless.

"Unless there is an expert from Entering the Saint Realm hidden in the air to protect him... which we could not have detected. But that’s simply impossible!"

With this thought, Lincoln Clark felt reassured.

An expert from Entering the Saint Realm, even the Main Mansion of Hill Mountain City, doesn’t have many.

In his view, even if Wyatt was a disciple of the City Lord of Hill Mountain City, it was impossible for the City Lord to assign an expert from Entering the Saint Realm to secretly protect him.

"Wyatt Barnes, stop with your pretentious mysteries! Today, no matter how calm you are or what you say, you cannot escape death!"

Jan Clark sneered coldly, "The moment you became enemies with me, Jan Clark, your fate was sealed, marked for death! This fact won’t change even if you became a disciple of the City Lord of Hill Mountain City."

Toward the end, Jan’s eyes showed a trace of jealousy, envious that Wyatt had become a disciple of the City Lord of Hill Mountain City.

While he, Jan Clark, not only failed to become the City Lord’s disciple but was also driven out of the Main Mansion of Hill Mountain City!

He wanted Wyatt to die!

Only this would vent his anger and bring him a sense of balance.

"What if he is a disciple of the City Lord of Hill Mountain City? He will still die by the hand of our Clark Family of New South Town."

Jan Clark looked at Wyatt Barnes, his eyes showing a trace of disdain.

"Disdain me?"

Seeing Jan’s gaze, Wyatt laughed, his smile bright, "Jan Clark, you who were defeated by me last time also have the courage to look at me this way? Seems like the lesson last time wasn’t enough."

No sooner had he spoken than, without waiting for Simon Clark to react, Wyatt had already leapt towards Jan Clark.

Jan Clark did not expect Wyatt to make a move, and his face changed dramatically.

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Simon Clark roared coldly, his entire being like a streak of lightning, rushing directly at Wyatt, with a speed that seemed even faster than Wyatt’s.

With Wyatt’s current speed, by the time he reached Jan Clark, Simon would have had enough time to arrive.

Completely able to intercept Wyatt in time.

Seeing this, Lincoln Clark, a Martial Artist at Great Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm, had no intention of taking action, merely watching coldly from a distance.

"He’s really just a mid-phase Martial Artist of Transcending Mortal Realm? This speed is no less than that of most late-phase Martial Artists of Transcending Mortal Realm! But, to kill in front of Simon, he’s still too naive."

As he watched coldly, Lincoln sneered in his heart.

But when Wyatt was not far from Jan Clark, Simon indeed arrived, stepping between Wyatt and Jan, blocking Wyatt.

"Uncle Simon, kill him!"

Jan Clark, who was scared out of his wits, roared hysterically.

"Idiot!"

As Simon appeared in front of Jan, the corners of Wyatt’s mouth lifted in a smirk, a smirk of having succeeded in his scheme.

This expression, seeing by Simon, made his heart tremble, giving rise to an ominous premonition.

Just as he was trying to suppress this ominous feeling, he realized that Wyatt, standing in front of him, reached out his hand and drew forth an old bow.

The Sound of the Underworld!

Accompanied by a harsh clang, a solid blade of True Energy, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, swooped through the air, severing Simon’s head cleanly.

Simon stared, his eyes widening as he saw the rest of his body, consciousness gradually blurring.

Throughout, he didn’t even have a chance to strike back.

Yet, that wasn’t all.

The blade of True Energy, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, after beheading Simon, continued its course, severing Jan’s head as well, leading Jan to follow in Simon’s footsteps.

In a single move, two were killed!

All this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that Lincoln hadn’t had time to respond.

In Lincoln’s vision, Simon just appeared in front of Wyatt, and in the blink of an eye, their heads had left their bodies... Jan’s ending was the same.

At this moment, he realized that Wyatt had been concealing his skills, deliberately displaying such speed to let him lower his guard.

"You brat, seeking death!"

Coming back to his senses, Lincoln roared, his robe stirring, long hair breaking free from its band, flying about as if multiple serpents writhing.

At the same time, an intense aura emanated from his body, transforming him into a mountain, pressing towards Wyatt.

"I’ve just broken through not long ago, the foundation is not stable yet, at ’Transcending Mortal Realm Great Perfection’... It’s perfect for me to practice!"

Facing Lincoln Clark who charged at him like a madman, Wyatt Barnes was not only unafraid but his eyes shone with excitement.

At the same moment, the fifty-two Saint Veins within his body, pulling the True Energy inside his Qi sea, instantaneously spread throughout his entire body, displaying the ’Silver Cloth Shirt’.

In an instant, Wyatt Barnes seemed to be wearing a Silver Cloth Shirt, and his aura transformed accordingly.

Facing the menacing punch from Lincoln Clark, Wyatt Barnes had no intention of taking advantage of him.

"Good timing!"

Wyatt Barnes excitedly moved forward, punching out with a counter-strike and smashing it out like a True Energy wrapped cannonball, fiercely colliding with Lincoln Clark’s fist.

This punch contained all of Wyatt Barnes’ strength, without any reservation!

After deploying the Silver Cloth Shirt, the terrifying physical strength and the True Energy instantly mobilized by the fifty-two Saint Veins fully erupted at this moment.

Punch against punch, even before the fists clashed, there was already a piercing explosion in the air, as loud as thunder.

Bang!!

And in the blink of an eye, Wyatt Barnes’ fist finally collided with Lincoln Clark’s fist.

"Thinking you can fight me just because you killed Simon Clark? Utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

At the moment their fists met, a disdainful smile appeared on Lincoln Clark’s face.

However, his smile soon froze.

As their fists collided, a massive boom suddenly resounded in the air, and a vast wave of energy swept out, shaking the diverse furnishings in the room into dust.

Even the doors and windows were blasted open.

"Elder Brother Ling Tian!"

Such a commotion naturally alarmed Isaias Hayden, who rushed over immediately.

When he arrived, he saw Wyatt Barnes confronting an old man... Compared to Wyatt’s pale face, the old man was even more miserable, spewing blood from his mouth.

"No... it can’t be! Impossible!!"

Lincoln Clark looked up at Wyatt Barnes, his face full of disbelief.

He didn’t use a Saint Artifact, and neither did his opponent.

Yet, even without Saint Artifacts, his preemptive, furious punch was still blocked...

Not only that, after having been severely injured, he found that the other party had only suffered minor injuries.

He couldn’t accept it!

This Wyatt Barnes, isn’t he just a mid-stage Martial Artist of the Transcending Mortal Realm? Isn’t his strength only comparable to a late-stage Martial Artist of the Transcending Mortal Realm?

Why could he not only instantly kill Simon Clark at Small Perfection of Transcending Mortal Realm, but also overpower him?

"Nothing is impossible."

Wyatt Barnes sneered, a hint of excitement gleaming deep within his gaze.

He hadn’t expected that going all out, he could actually confront a Martial Artist at Grand Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm.

Although the other party had clearly just broken through to the Grand Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm not long ago, the Grand Perfection of Transcending Mortal Realm is still the Grand Perfection of Transcending Mortal Realm, whose strength is incomparable to the peak of Small Perfection.

"Don’t be too pleased with yourself yet! I haven’t used a Saint Artifact just now."

After taking a healing Pill Medicine and recovering some of his injuries, Lincoln Clark, with a flick of his hand, withdrew a crescent moon-shaped blade, his whole demeanor shifting as the knife touched his hand.

His entire body exuded a fierce aura.

"You didn’t use a Saint Artifact? Do you think I did?"

Wyatt Barnes sneered, then raised the ’Shooting Sun Bow’ in his hand.

A person who was defeated by him without using any Saint Artifacts... thinks he could defeat him with a Saint Artifact? Did he really think his Shooting Sun Bow is vegetative?

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, and seeing the Shooting Sun Bow in his hands, Lincoln Clark’s face turned exceptionally ugly.

Only now did he remember that his opponent had not used any Saint Artifact before either.

This realization left him feeling utterly powerless.

"Wyatt Barnes, you are fine now, while my Clark Family of New South Town has lost two men... Let’s just drop this matter between you and my Clark Family of New South Town, let water not interfere with river water, how about that?"

Realizing that it would be difficult to kill Wyatt Barnes, Lincoln Clark suddenly changed his tone and pleaded softly.

"Just drop this matter? Water not interfere with river water?"

Wyatt Barnes laughed, a bright, mocking laugh, "Do you think that’s possible? Today, if my strength was just a little weaker, would you have dropped the matter? Would you really have left me alone?"

Bang!!

Amid lightning and thunder, even Wyatt Barnes hadn’t expected Lincoln Clark to so decisively use the ground to propel himself out of the window with speed not inferior to his previous, unenhanced movements.

By the time Wyatt Barnes reacted, Lincoln Clark had already fled out the window, his figure about to disappear into the night.

"Thinking of escaping?"

Wyatt Barnes sneered, raising his hand to shoot an arrow, preparing to use the movement technique ’Move with the Arrow’ to chase after him.

With the enhanced ’Move with the Arrow’, he was confident he could catch up with Lincoln Clark.

However, as a residual image appeared in his left eye’s vision and swept into the room, his attention was diverted.

When the newcomer revealed his form, Wyatt Barnes saw clearly that this was a handsome middle-aged man with an extraordinary demeanor.

In the hands of the middle-aged man, he was lifting Lincoln Clark like an eagle catching a chick.