Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1431: Utterly Powerless to Fight Back

Facing Ricky Ridge, who was darting toward him like a bolt of lightning, Wyatt Barnes stood motionless, as immovable as a mountain.

"Is he scared stiff?"

Seeing that Ricky Ridge had already reached Wyatt Barnes without him making any move, a group of outer disciples watching nearby assumed Wyatt had been so frightened that he’d turned into a wooden statue, forgetting to evade.

"Power so near to the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm... Truly no small feat. At the very least, he’s stronger than Zephaniah Chase from Rowan River City and more formidable than Kai Simmons was six months ago."

No one expected that Wyatt, in the face of Ricky Ridge’s lightning-fast assault, could still have the mental capacity to think about such things.

As Ricky Ridge reached Wyatt Barnes, he launched his fist. With a sharp "whoosh," it shot out like a rocket, heading straight for Wyatt’s abdomen.

The space it tore through whipped up a thunderous roar.

The Moon Radiance Sect had rules prohibiting killing and permanent crippling.

Thus, Ricky’s punch did not target Wyatt’s vital organs.

His goal was to have Wyatt bedridden for three months.

And to ensure one achieves such precision without permanently crippling someone was undoubtedly a high skill.

With his eyes almost glowing red, Ricky’s fist surged forward like a collapsing mountain, his True Energy roaring like a mighty dragon, viciously aiming for Wyatt’s abdomen.

In Ricky’s mind, this punch alone was more than enough to send this brash newcomer flying.

"This... is only the beginning."

Ricky clenched his teeth internally, his heart filled with intense hatred, unleashing all his pent-up rage onto Wyatt.

"Come on, then!"

In the face of Ricky Ridge’s overwhelming momentum, Wyatt Barnes didn’t dodge—not because he couldn’t dodge, but because he didn’t want to.

Although Ricky’s strength was not weak, if Wyatt fought with full force, he believed he had a chance. However, even at his utmost, taking down Ricky would still prove challenging.

Without activating the abilities of his "Mysterious Eye," Wyatt could at best fight Ricky to a draw.

But right now, Wyatt had a different plan in mind.

He planned to unleash the full power of his Mysterious Eye, employing its perplexing spatial displacement abilities to utterly defeat Ricky—intimidating the rest of the outer sect disciples in the process.

At the instant Ricky’s punch drew near, the spiritual energy Wyatt had been amassing in his mind surged wholly and unreservedly into his left eye, activating the Mysterious Eye with everything he had.

In that split second, Wyatt’s left eye manifested a small black vortex.

The black vortex spun rapidly, resembling a deep abyss with no discernible end.

If anyone were to gaze into Wyatt’s left eye at this moment, they would undoubtedly find themselves lost in the vortex.

Not only their gaze but even their very consciousness could be devoured!

As Wyatt poured his all into activating the Mysterious Eye, Ricky Ridge’s fist appeared to move with extreme slowness within Wyatt’s vision, as though frozen in time.

With just a thought from Wyatt, Ricky’s fist vanished from its trajectory in mid-air, reappearing slightly off to Wyatt’s side.

At the same time, the strain of using the Mysterious Eye lessened on Wyatt.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

Ricky’s fist brushed against Wyatt’s robe, generating a series of thunderous sonic booms, but it didn’t so much as graze Wyatt.

"How is this possible?!"

The strange and inexplicable scene caused Ricky’s face to change dramatically, his expression filled with shock and disbelief.

As Ricky stood frozen in disbelief, Wyatt struck like lightning, mimicking his opponent as he threw a punch. The strike echoed with harsh wind and thunder, slamming ferociously into Ricky’s abdomen.

Returning the favor, blow for blow!

Ricky’s body, already propelled forward by the force of his own punch, seemed to willingly meet Wyatt’s fist head-on. He took the strike directly.

Bang!!

With a resounding thud, Ricky let out a muffled groan. His body quaked violently before being hurled back like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, spiraling out of his own control.

As Ricky was sent flying, Wyatt pressed his advantage mercilessly, chasing after him at astonishing speed.

Just as Ricky was about to hit the ground after flying dozens of meters, Wyatt flashed toward him with a lightning-fast kick. The blow struck Ricky squarely in the back, sending him soaring skyward once more.

Already holding in a mouthful of blood from Wyatt’s first punch, Ricky could no longer contain it. He coughed up the clot of blood violently, followed by several more mouthfuls as the chaotic turbulence within his internal organs worsened.

At the same time, Ricky’s body ascended into the air like a flaming arrow.

Bang!!

With another booming sound, Wyatt kicked forcefully off the ground, leaving behind spiderweb-like cracks beneath his feet as he launched himself upward, propelling himself after Ricky.

The sharp whistling of rushing wind reached Ricky’s ears, causing his complexion to shift drastically as he realized the perilous situation he was in.

Without the slightest hesitation, he hastily swallowed a healing pill, recovering a hint of his injuries before twisting his body midair and turning to face his pursuer.

"Courting death!"

No longer caring to ponder why his earlier attack had been displaced, Ricky channeled all his attention and power toward Wyatt, who was shooting upward like a comet.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

Ricky’s legs spun like windmills as he used his momentum to dive downward.

This time, a seven-foot-long spear appeared in his hands.

The spear trembled, its tip radiating a deadly gleam as though piercing the heavens, then streaked downward toward Wyatt, attempting to crush him with one mighty strike.

Ricky’s spear was clearly no ordinary weapon.

This was a top-grade human-tier sacred artifact. Even in Ricky’s injured state, though his strength fell short of its peak, the force of this strike was still imbued with a terrifying momentum, the wind clashing sharply in its wake.

Crash!

Deep within, Ricky chuckled coldly as if he could already see the purple-clad youth before him being struck down by his spear.

But to his astonishment and horror, the inexplicable occurred yet again.

His spear, which should have pierced the target, veered off course, slipping past Wyatt’s robes without so much as touching him. Ricky was once again exposed before Wyatt.

Once could be written off as an accident.

But twice—was it truly a coincidence?

"What are you?!"

Terror set in as Ricky’s gaze fell upon Wyatt, who was now ever closer. Fear crept deep into his bones.

Encountering such bizarre occurrences twice, he couldn’t reason it away.

For Ricky, Wyatt in that moment was no different from a specter.

Bang!!

Another punch shattered the air as Wyatt sent Ricky flying upward again.

Though it was impossible to fly in the Moon Radiance Sect’s territory due to the restrictive formations, Wyatt still managed to leverage momentum to chase after Ricky into the air.

"I... I surrender! What... what more do you want?!"

Spitting out blood yet again and now utterly without the will to fight, Ricky’s expression turned white with dread as he saw Wyatt closing in.

At this point, Ricky didn’t even dare to throw another punch.

What kind of joke was this?

All his attacks couldn’t even land on Wyatt.

"Since reaching the mid-stage of the Transcending Mortal Realm, my spiritual energy has indeed grown stronger... but I can barely use the Mysterious Eye twice consecutively, and it’s still quite taxing."

As Wyatt caught up with Ricky, a wave of dizziness swept over him—a clear sign his spiritual energy had been completely drained.

He harbored no doubt.

If Ricky were to launch an attack now, Wyatt would find himself helpless.

At this moment, his head spun, his limbs felt weak, and he could muster no strength to attack again. All he could do was place his foot on Ricky’s body, stepping on him as they both plummeted to the ground.

Seeing that Wyatt had no intention of attacking him, Ricky let out a sigh of relief.

But moments later, as the winds screamed past their ears and the ground drew closer and closer, Ricky realized Wyatt had no plans to slow their descent. His expression changed drastically.

Boom! Boom!

Despite his injuries, Ricky reacted without hesitation, slamming his fists twice into the ground below. The combined force of the resulting airwaves cushioned his descent.

Easing his fall, Ricky finally crashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust around him.

He groaned as waves of pain coursed through his body, but still, he exhaled in relief.

Those two punches had truly saved his life.

If not for them, he feared he might have gone down in the sect’s history as the first outer disciple to die from a fall.

At the same time, Wyatt landed lightly next to Ricky, standing tall and looking down at him coldly, his gaze devoid of any emotion.

"I... I admit defeat."

Ricky had been completely cowed, his voice raspy as he spoke with the last remnants of his strength.

Clamor!

The crowd of outer disciples who had been watching finally snapped out of their stupor, bursting into a raucous uproar.

The astonishing scenes they had just witnessed were still vivid in their minds.

Ricky Ridge, who had spent twenty years in the sect and reached a level of strength just shy of the Transcending Mortal Realm’s peak, had been utterly subdued by a newcomer to the outer sect.

If they hadn’t seen it for themselves, they would never have believed it.

"Am I seeing things?"

"Is this a dream?"

"This... is too unbelievable!"

...

Several outer disciples even rubbed their eyes violently. Some pinched their thighs hard, realizing only when the pain hit that they were not dreaming.

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Canny Yorke was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

He had known Wyatt was strong but had never imagined him to be this strong.

To defeat Ricky Ridge with a mid-stage Transcending Mortal Realm cultivation!

Although the bizarre scenes earlier baffled Canny, the evidence was undeniable. Ricky himself had admitted defeat. No matter how hard it was to believe, it was an ironclad fact.

"I’ll be taking your courtyard now... no objections, right?"

Wyatt gazed down at Ricky with a calm yet commanding voice.

By now, Wyatt was running on sheer willpower... otherwise, with his spiritual energy depleted, he would have collapsed just like Ricky.

"N-No objections!"

Ricky struggled to shake his head but couldn’t move. Instead, he bitterly replied in a hoarse voice.

"Senior Brother Canny, I’d like to trouble you with guiding me to his former courtyard."

Wyatt’s gaze swept past the two disciples who had previously followed Ricky. Startled, they staggered back several steps before Wyatt’s eyes landed on Canny Yorke.

"Alright."

Hearing Wyatt’s words, Canny finally regained his composure and led Wyatt toward the independent courtyards.