Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1450: Battle Sail Fenning!

"It’s the ’Golden Cloth Shirt’!"

"The Golden Cloth Shirt is an upgraded version of the ’Silver Cloth Shirt’... It’s one of the few top-grade saintly martial arts techniques of human rank in our Moon Radiance Sect."

"Oh my God! I never thought Brother Sail Fenning practices such a top-grade saintly martial arts technique of human rank!"

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As golden brilliance flickered around Sail Fenning, as if he were draped in a layer of golden armor, many of the outer sect disciples around couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment.

Although they knew Sail Fenning possessed formidable strength and was a powerhouse listed on the Earth Ranking, most of them had never seen him in action...

Even those who had seen Sail Fenning fight before had never witnessed him utilizing the ’Golden Cloth Shirt.’"

"Golden Cloth Shirt? The upgraded version of the Silver Cloth Shirt? I see."

Upon hearing the chatter around him, Wyatt Barnes suddenly understood.

However, a trace of shock lingered within him, "This Golden Cloth Shirt is a technique within the top-grade saintly martial arts of human rank. In the Moon Radiance Sect, it’s said that merely renting access to this technique costs 30,000 merit points each time!"

"If Sail Fenning has cultivated the Golden Cloth Shirt, he must have at least reached the second stage of mastery... Which means he must have rented the technique at least twice, costing 60,000 merit points."

Thinking about this, Wyatt was stunned — Sail Fenning’s resources were far beyond what a typical outer sect disciple could possess.

To go as far as rivaling the stewards of the outer sect!

It was worth noting that the betting pool Wyatt had set up two days ago saw the highest bet from an outer sect disciple reaching only a few thousand merit points.

Of course, Sail Fenning wasn’t included among the top five outer sect disciples from the Earth Ranking, the very figures seated at the apex of the outer sect.

"So what if it’s the upgraded version of the Silver Cloth Shirt? My Silver Cloth Shirt has already reached the highest level of mastery — ’perfection.’ The power it wields can rival the Golden Cloth Shirt at its third level."

"Moreover, my physical body is inherently extraordinary. When I unleash the Silver Cloth Shirt, its potency far exceeds expectations!"

Wyatt was brimming with confidence in his defense technique.

His physique was already superior. According to Elder Fire, it could even surpass that of the ’Six-Clawed Divine Dragon,’ closing in on the ’Seven-Clawed Divine Dragon.’

When it came to defense, Sail Fenning simply couldn’t compare to him.

Of course, Wyatt understood that Sail Fenning was not just using the Golden Cloth Shirt for defense; it also served to enhance his physical attributes.

Whether it was the Copper Cloth Shirt or the Silver Cloth Shirt, once activated, they not only bolstered physical defense but also heightened the wielder’s physical prowess to a certain extent.

As an upgrade of the Silver Cloth Shirt, the Golden Cloth Shirt naturally shared these traits.

Its effects varied based on one’s mastery level.

That said, the foundation of one’s physical body remained the most decisive factor.

And on this front, Sail Fenning was far outmatched by Wyatt.

Even if Sail Fenning had reached the highest level of mastery for the Golden Cloth Shirt, ’perfection,’ the defensive power formed by True Energy would only pose a minor obstacle to Wyatt.

As for the enhanced physical prowess it provided, Wyatt dismissed it as inconsequential — it wouldn’t make a difference regardless.

This was all because Sail Fenning had a mortal body.

Wyatt, on the other hand, stood unparalleled in physical strength. In the vast Martial Dao Sacred Land, among beings at his cultivation level, he could eclipse not only humans but also sacred beasts and savage beasts known for their innate physical might.

Attempting to flaunt physical prowess in front of Wyatt was akin to showing off one’s limited skills — nothing different from trying to outshine a master swordsman before the legendary Guan Yu.

"Wyatt Barnes, I have to say, you’re quite fortunate... Since I ascended to the Earth Ranking, I haven’t crossed swords with any other outer sect disciple. Today’s duel, even if it leads to your death, is something you can take pride in."

Sail Fenning raised his hand, and a broad, heavy sword appeared in his grasp.

Unlike the typical elegance of a blade, this sword exuded heaviness — its enormous size seemed cumbersome, motionless, and undoubtedly challenging to wield.

Yet in Sail Fenning’s grip, the sword appeared weightless, as if it were made of air.

"Feel proud even in death?"

Wyatt sneered, "Why not reserve that ’pride’ for yourself instead!"

"Brother Sail, why bother wasting words on him! Just slaughter him outright."

Quentin Campbell’s True Energy voice transmission reached Sail Fenning’s ears, causing his expression to stiffen as his gaze shot towards Wyatt like lightning.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, Sail Fenning moved.

From Wyatt’s leftward field of vision, Quentin, gripping a heavy sword longer than his own height, seemed to move with the flow of the wind. In another fleeting moment, Sail Fenning had closed the distance between them.

During Sail Fenning’s movement, Wyatt was struck by a peculiar sensation.

In that moment, Sail Fenning seemed to transform into a Giant Roc.

"Giant Roc Soaring High!"

At the same time, an astonished cry reached Wyatt’s ears. It was an inner sect disciple recognizing the footwork technique Sail Fenning was employing... this belonged to the same set of top-grade saintly martial arts as the defensive move ’Golden Cloth Shirt.’

"No wonder his movements bear such a close resemblance to that of a Giant Roc... He’s trained in a movement technique aptly named Giant Roc Soaring High."

Wyatt mused to himself.

"Wyatt Barnes, take this strike of mine!"

In an instant, Sail Fenning arrived close to Wyatt’s position. With a thunderous roar, his heavy sword surged with streaks of azure True Energy, descending upon Wyatt’s head like a massive mountain threatening to crush him.

At this moment, Wyatt even had the illusion that Sail Fenning’s blade was no longer just a sword—it resembled a colossal, imposing mountain instead. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

A heavy sword moving like the wind and thunder, crushing down akin to a towering, majestic mountain."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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Wherever the sword passed, the echo of wind and thunder resounded endlessly, leaving the surrounding air seemingly sucked dry.

Wyatt had become Sail Fenning’s target of suppression.

"As heavy as a mountain!"

Another inner sect disciple exclaimed, immediately recognizing Sail Fenning’s attack technique. It also belonged to the same set of top-grade saintly martial arts as the Golden Cloth Shirt and Giant Roc Soaring High.

This attack focused exclusively on ’force.’

When unleashed, every weapon could descend as if a mountain, crushing opponents to pieces."

"Taking your strike is no challenge!"

Faced with the overwhelming momentum of Sail Fenning’s strike, Wyatt coldly responded with a smirk. He raised his hand, and the Shooting Sun Bow appeared. A True Energy-condensed arrow shot forth like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

"Meteor Strike!"

A shot resembling a falling meteor darted straight for the heavy sword in Sail Fenning’s hand, colliding heavily with it.

BOOM!!

With the deafening sound of impacts, rolling waves of expansive force swept through the Martial Arts Performance Field, sending the robes of nearby onlookers billowing wildly.

Wyatt’s arrow shook the heavy sword, shifting its trajectory upwards slightly, diminishing the force contained within.

"An ant trying to stop a cart!"

Though surprised at the raw power of Wyatt’s hasty shot, Sail Fenning wouldn’t miss the opportunity to suppress Wyatt. He adjusted his sword and continued pressing it down upon Wyatt.

Of course, this time his strike was rushed, and its force had weakened significantly.

Nevertheless, Sail Fenning was confident.

His strike would land on Wyatt before he could fire another arrow.

"Let’s see who’s truly the ant here."

Wyatt chuckled lightly, making the Shooting Sun Bow vanish in a blink. In the next instant, he stepped forward, clasping his fists tightly as they shot out like two giant cannons.

This scene left the crowd around stunned.

Wyatt was planning to block Sail Fenning’s sword with bare fists?

Even if Sail Fenning’s strike lacked its earlier power, it didn’t seem like Wyatt could intercept it with just his hands.

"Fool!"

Quentin Campbell sneered in disdain, as if he had already visualized Wyatt’s tragic end.

"This Wyatt Barnes... Has the audacity to discard his saintly weapon? Is he courting death?"

Mandy Wood frowned.

Outer Sect Elder Holden Yellow wore a beaming smile, as if he were already counting the 10,000+ merit points flowing into his account.

"Courting death!"

Sail Fenning scoffed disdainfully when he saw Wyatt’s intention to intercept his sword barehanded. Not even a Martial Artist at the initial stage of Entering the Saint Realm would dare exhibit such carelessness before his sword strike.

"Since you’re eager for an early demise, I’ll gladly send you on your way!"

The heavy sword in Sail Fenning’s hand roared as it crushed downward like an unstoppable mountain, shading the heavens, flipping space and time.

In response to Sail Fenning’s contempt, Wyatt surprisingly remained silent.

Taking a step forward, his fists shot forth as his entire body was enveloped in a brilliant silver light. Wyatt glimmered as though clad in a radiant silver armor.

The aura of mastery exuded by the perfected ’Silver Cloth Shirt.’

The moment the Silver Cloth Shirt enveloped him, it triggered his full potential. All his fleshly power surged, exploding outward in a show of unfettered force.

If it weren’t for the shimmering silver glow covering Wyatt’s figure, the crowd would have been able to see every vein pulsing prominently on his fists, radiating raw power with each surge.

Had Wyatt stripped entirely of his clothes, everyone would see the muscles beneath his silver-draped skin — taut, precise, and immeasurably potent.

"Break!"

Silver luminance gleamed in Wyatt’s eyes as the surging fists, imbued with True Energy and strength, shot forth. They soared like two Flood Dragons escaping their lair.

The two roaring dragons collided head-on with the descending heavy sword, advancing without pause, wreaking a symphony of wind and thunder.

BANG!!

BANG!!

With two thunderous detonations, shockwaves spread in all directions, intersecting where energy collided, threatening to rend the very space apart.

The colliding shockwaves formed miniature explosions of force, sending ripple-like waves dispersing through the environment of immense gravity at the Martial Dao Sacred Land.

Disciples at the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm and above who watched closely could discern the airborne, ripple-like wave patterns.

Wave patterns spread circle after circle until encompassing the entire crowd.