Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1447: One Million Merit Points

"Hmph! I really don’t know where you get such confidence."

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, the burly man frowned and snorted coldly.

A quarter of an hour later, the burly man who had left earlier returned, "Wyatt Barnes, Elder Easton is already waiting for you... follow me."

"Agreed?"

The burly man who hadn’t left was somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected the one he had served for years would actually agree to meet a snot-nosed young brat like Wyatt Barnes.

"Perhaps Elder Easton took a liking to his talent."

The burly man could only think this way.

From the moment Wyatt Barnes entered the mansion of the Outer Sect Grand Elder, Pov Easton, to his departure, barely a quarter of an hour had passed from start to finish.

As for what happened within that quarter of an hour in Pov Easton’s mansion, only Wyatt Barnes and Pov Easton knew.

After leaving Pov Easton’s mansion, Wyatt Barnes returned to his courtyard, then to his room, and entered the second layer of the Jewel Tower to cultivate... One day outside equaled three days inside.

Three days were enough for him to practice the techniques within the saint-grade martial arts manual.

In truth, during the past month, across three months’ worth of time inside the second layer of the Jewel Tower, Wyatt had already completed his breakthrough to ’Transcending Mortal Realm – Small Perfection’ by the end of the second month.

In the final month, he spent all his time honing the techniques within the saint-grade martial arts manual.

Among them, his defensive technique ’Silver Cloth Shirt’ showed the fastest progress.

At this point, his mastery of the Silver Cloth Shirt was approaching the level of ’perfection’... perfection was the fifth and highest realm of saint-grade martial techniques.

Silver Cloth Shirt was itself a defensive technique emphasizing the fusion of True Energy with the body.

The stronger the body, the easier the fusion becomes.

Wyatt Barnes’ body had undergone two transformations, turning it into an utterly terrifying state.

According to Elder Fire:

"Forget about the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon — even a Six-Clawed Divine Dragon of the same level would have weaker physical strength compared to Wyatt Barnes... Wyatt’s physical strength rivals that of a Seven-Clawed Divine Dragon!"

Of course, the Martial Dao Sacred Land had no Six-Clawed Divine Dragon, let alone a Seven-Clawed Divine Dragon.

Among the Dragon Clan of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon represented the highest bloodline... Six-Clawed Divine Dragons seemingly did not exist.

At least, based on the information Wyatt had gathered from Julia, the Martial Dao Sacred Land didn’t have any Six-Clawed Divine Dragons.

"I have a feeling... in these three days, I might find the opportunity to push the Silver Cloth Shirt to the level of perfection."

As silver light surged over his body, Wyatt murmured to himself.

While Wyatt Barnes practiced in seclusion, another bombshell of a news broke like a massive stone hitting a tranquil lake, shocking the entire Outer Sect of the Moon Radiance Sect.

"Elder Easton has made a statement... three days from now, if Wyatt Barnes dies at Sail Fenning’s hands, he’ll compensate those who win the bet against Wyatt Barnes using the merit points in Wyatt’s crystal card."

The news didn’t merely stun the Outer Sect disciples; even the stewards and elders of the Outer Sect were taken aback.

"Since when did Elder Easton concern himself with such petty matters?"

"Unbelievable! Elder Easton actually publicly stated he’d deal with Wyatt Barnes’ ’posthumous matters’ after his death at Sail Fenning’s hands."

"That Wyatt Barnes — could he be a secret disciple of Elder Easton?"

"Impossible! If Wyatt Barnes were Elder Easton’s disciple, Elder Easton would definitely protect him and never let him accept Sail Fenning’s Life and Death Duel challenge."

...

No matter the speculation, Wyatt Barnes responded with ’facts’ to the doubts voiced today by the Outer Sect disciples and Steward Vein Weber himself.

"How is this even possible?!"

Vein Weber was utterly stunned upon hearing the news.

He couldn’t imagine that Wyatt Barnes could truly persuade Elder Easton to oversee and vouch for the ’bet.’

Very quickly, however, his expression darkened into a mocking grin, "So what if Elder Easton is vouching for your bet? In the end, you’ll just end up dead at Sail Fenning’s hands!"

In a small courtyard within the Outer Sect...

"Wyatt Barnes, you better not die at Sail Fenning’s hands three days from now... your life belongs to me, Mandy Wood!"

Mandy Wood sat at a stone table, twirling the wine cup in his hands as he muttered softly.

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, fleeting like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

The next day, the Martial Arts Performance Field in the Outer Sect was bustling with activity.

One disciple after another queued up to place their bets with Wyatt Barnes using ’merit points,’ wagering on Sail Fenning’s victory in the Life and Death Duel two days from now!

If Sail Fenning won, they’d get a thirty-to-one payout.

In just a few days, an investment of thirty merit points could yield a return of thirty-one.

In their eyes, Wyatt Barnes was essentially handing out merit points, leaving them to feel it’d be foolish not to seize this ’opportunity.’

Of course, some did briefly entertain the thought of Wyatt Barnes winning and its ’implications.’

But ultimately, they deemed it impossible.

If it were just a normal sparring match, Sail Fenning might potentially agree to a fake loss and split the winnings with Wyatt Barnes... However, what lay ahead was a Life and Death Duel.

In a Life and Death Duel, it is only considered over when one side dies.

The rules stipulated that no interference was allowed once the duel began... violators would face death!

Even Inner Sect elders and the Vice Sect Leader weren’t exempt.

Rules were absolute; apart from the Sect Leader and the Martial Dao Sacred Land’s most powerful Saint Realm experts in the Moon Radiance Sect, no one else could break or ignore the rules.

By the end of the day, Wyatt Barnes’ crystal card reached a staggering total of over 1.6 million merit points... of these, 100,000 were his own.

In other words, within one day, he had collected over 1.5 million in bets.

If two days later he won the upcoming Life and Death Duel, all those bets would be his.

"From today’s activity at the Martial Arts Performance Field, it’s clear... those Outer Sect stewards and elders are tempted by my bet as well. Hmm, I’ll continue tomorrow."

Returning to his courtyard, Wyatt mused, "Perhaps each one of them believes that in two days, I’m the one destined to perish."

Thinking this, Wyatt glanced at the crystal card in his hand and revealed a radiant smile, "But thanks to that... where else could I rack up so many merit points?"

"These Outer Sect disciples certainly aren’t poor... in one day alone, they contributed over 1.5 million merit points."

The following day, Wyatt Barnes once again appeared at the Martial Arts Performance Field.

The betting continued.

Today, however, the number of disciples placing bets wasn’t as large as the day before.

Yesterday, most non-seclusion disciples, except for the rare few who intuitively sensed ’risk,’ had bet on Wyatt Barnes’ duel — whether in small or large amounts.

"Wyatt Barnes, I’ve already wagered all my merit points... Can I use Holy Stones now?"

One disciple eager for more excitement approached Wyatt Barnes.

"Sorry, my betting pool only accepts ’merit points.’"

Wyatt smiled apologetically before glancing at a nearby figure, "However, you could head over to Steward Vein Weber; it seems he accepts bets in Holy Stones."

"Steward Vein Weber’s odds are too low."

The disciple shook his head and left.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Wyatt noticed Steward Vein Weber moving in his direction, stopping right in front of him.

"What’s this, Steward Weber? Still doubting me?"

Wyatt questioned indifferently.

"Hmph! I’m here to wager."

Vein Weber snorted.

"Wager?"

Wyatt was momentarily surprised.

"Since you’re so generous in handing out merit points, I certainly won’t hold back... Twelve thousand merit points on Sail Fenning’s victory in tomorrow’s Life and Death Duel!"

Vein Weber swiftly pulled out his crystal card and declared.

"Twelve thousand merit points?"

Wyatt was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected Vein Weber to be so wealthy.

After a quick thought, though, he understood.

Vein Weber, despite not being of the same caliber as Wyatt Barnes’ mentor, Tabo Garcia, was still a ’Outer Sect steward’ of the Moon Radiance Sect. Having twelve thousand merit points was not unusual.

"Steward Weber, I’d advise you to bet less... twelve thousand merit points must be a significant amount for you."

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed as he seemingly offered kind advice.

In truth, he couldn’t deny his greed for such an amount.

His ’kind advice,’ however, was actually a calculated move to gauge Vein Weber’s psychology, knowing the steward would resist the suggestion and wager more.

The outcome proved Wyatt’s judgment correct.

"What’s the matter? Nervous? Take out your crystal card; I’m betting fifteen thousand merit points!"

The urge to prove Wyatt wrong compelled Vein Weber to raise his bet by three thousand merit points — totaling fifteen thousand.

With this wager, Vein Weber had nearly emptied his coffers, leaving only a few thousand merit points on hand.

Nevertheless, he didn’t care.

He firmly believed that, following tomorrow’s duel, his fifteen thousand merit points would be returned to his crystal card with profits.

Fifteen thousand merit points at thirty-to-one odds would yield a whopping payoff of four hundred and fifty thousand merit points.

Just imagining how he could amass four hundred and fifty thousand merit points in a single day filled Vein Weber with a euphoric thrill, "This method of earning merit points is so much faster compared to how I usually earn them."

After transferring the merit points into Wyatt’s crystal card and accepting his written receipt, Vein Weber shot Wyatt a frosty look, "Wyatt Barnes, tomorrow, I’ll personally inform my nephew of your death."

"Your nephew?"

Wyatt was puzzled.

"Hmph! Surely you haven’t forgotten how you passed the sect’s entrance examination and became a disciple of the Moon Radiance Sect?"

Vein Weber sneered.

"Are you referring to... that ’Uriel Weber’? He’s your nephew?"

Understanding dawned on Wyatt Barnes.

No wonder he had sensed such hostility from Vein Weber when approaching him about the wager earlier — it turned out to be rooted in this connection.