Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1452: Two-Star Saint Markings

"Saint Markings?"

Wyatt Barnes, who had just noticed the subtle change in the aura of Sail Fenning’s giant sword, couldn’t help but be taken aback upon hearing the exclamation from the onlookers.

Having been in the Martial Dao Sacred Land for over a year, he had only once seen a Saint Weapon inscribed with ’Saint Markings’ at the auction held by the Marvel Pavilion in Hill Mountain City... However, that particular Saint Marking was merely an ordinary ’Solar Saint Marking.’

That Saint Marking could only provide superficial auxiliary effects.

It had little impact on the Saint Weapon itself.

However, the Saint Markings on Sail Fenning’s giant sword were visibly different. In just an instant, the aura of the giant sword underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

Supreme Falling Star Strike!

Without any hesitation, Wyatt clenched his silver-glowing left hand tightly around the Shooting Sun Bow, while his right hand materialized an arrow and placed it on the bowstring.

This time, unlike the previous instance when employing ’Supreme Falling Star Strike’ with some restraint, Wyatt unleashed its full power!

Swish!

With the release of a single arrow, it streaked through the air like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, dimming everything around it.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to revolve solely around this arrow.

"Mount Tai Strike!"

At the perfect moment, Sail Fenning roared explosively. His heavy sword morphed into a towering mountain, meeting Wyatt’s dazzling arrow head-on.

The heavy sword pierced through the air accompanied by the deafening sound of wind and thunder, far more terrifying than the power in Sail Fenning’s earlier strike.

Of course, the earlier strike referred to the very first blow he unleashed, not the sword strike that had already been neutralized and weakened by Wyatt’s previous arrow.

Boom!!

The heavy sword crashed down like Mount Tai itself, quaking the void and eclipsing the world in darkness.

Wyatt’s full-strength arrow was instantly crushed!

The shattered arrow merely slowed the heavy sword slightly... a slowing so negligible as to be almost inconsequential.

The heavy sword continued its relentless charge.

"Impossible!?"

Wyatt’s face changed dramatically.

The sheer power of Sail Fenning’s strike completely exceeded his expectations.

This sword’s force was so tremendously strong that Wyatt felt it even surpassed the typical attacks of Martial Artists in the early stages of Entering the Saint Realm.

"What kind of inscription is this? How can it grant the heavy sword such immense power?"

Wyatt’s heart was gripped with shock, realizing that no matter how meticulously he calculated, he still failed to account for the ’Saint Markings’ on Sail Fenning’s sword... While he had considered the possibility of Saint Markings on it, he hadn’t anticipated their terrifying strength.

When Sail Fenning first retrieved his heavy sword, Wyatt had instantly recognized it as a mid-tier Saint Weapon, distinct from lower-tier Saint Weapons.

At the time, he suspected it might contain Saint Markings.

But even with this suspicion, he hadn’t imagined that the markings on Sail Fenning’s heavy sword were this alarming, endowing him with such unparalleled strength.

"Die!!"

Sail Fenning roared, and his heavy sword—now resembling a towering mountain—was approaching Wyatt, coming devastatingly close to crushing and obliterating him.

Yellow Springs Requiem!

At the critical moment, Wyatt’s hands quivered repeatedly, triggering the bowstring over and over to unleash the only close-combat move within the Supreme Falling Star Arrow technique.

Harsh piercing sounds erupted one after the other.

Blades of True Energy surged forth, bombarding Sail Fenning’s heavy sword like a torrential storm.

However, the heavy sword ultimately broke through the storm and slammed onto Wyatt’s body.

Bang!!

With a thunderous explosion, Wyatt was sent flying like an arrow leaving its string, soaring tens of meters away before staggering to a stop.

Blood spurted from his mouth repeatedly, and his complexion grew deathly pale.

"Luckily, I managed to execute ’Yellow Springs Requiem’ in time to block most of the power behind his strike... Otherwise, with that sword alone, I would have surely died!"

Feeling both fear and relief, Wyatt reflected on his close escape.

"It’s a ’Thousand Weight Marking’!"

Right then, Wyatt’s ears picked up fragmented exclamations from the crowd, "Thousand Weight Marking?"

Wyatt immediately realized that the crowd was discussing the markings inscribed on Sail Fenning’s sword, the markings that granted him this devastatingly mighty power.

"The Thousand Weight Marking, once activated, makes the Saint Weapon as heavy as a thousand tons... And yet, for the weapon’s wielder, it carries no burden. Sail Fenning’s sword has a Thousand Weight Marking! Incredible!"

"The Thousand Weight Marking is a two-star Saint Marking... Within the sect, a mid-tier Saint Weapon inscribed with a two-star Saint Marking costs at least two hundred thousand merit points to obtain! Where did Sail Fenning get so many merit points?"

"First he unveiled top-grade martial arts, and now a mid-tier Saint Weapon with a two-star marking... Sail Fenning must be some inner sect elder’s illegitimate child!"

...

The gathered outer sect disciples were in an uproar, all astonished at Sail Fenning’s trump card.

"Two-star Saint Marking? I see now."

Wyatt secretly drew a sharp breath, "No wonder it’s so powerful. It turns out to be a two-star marking... But how did an outer sect disciple like Sail Fenning get his hands on a mid-tier Saint Weapon with a two-star Saint Marking?"

"It must have been lent to him by some powerhouse from Evander Mullins’ faction. No, that’s not right! When Sail Fenning retrieved this sword, no one seemed surprised, as if this sword had always been his weapon."

Wyatt couldn’t fathom it.

Even the outer sect elders exchanged startled glances, clearly seeing shock mirrored in one another’s eyes.

They all possessed mid-tier Saint Weapons with two-star Saint Markings themselves.

Still, the appearance of such a weapon in the hands of an outer sect disciple—even one ranked on the Earth List—was undeniably shocking.

"Where did Sail Fenning’s Saint Weapon come from?"

"He had always wielded this weapon but never activated the two-star Saint Marking ’Thousand Weight Marking.’"

"Because previously, his opponents weren’t worth using the Thousand Weight Marking against!"

"With the Thousand Weight Marking activated, Wyatt Barnes is doomed to lose!"

...

Even Pierce Reid and the other outer sect elders lamented.

If not for the Thousand Weight Marking, Wyatt might have had a chance.

But now that Sail Fenning had unleashed the Thousand Weight Marking, they believed Wyatt had no chance at all.

Holden Yellow, initially scowling, had now broken into a radiant grin, "With the Thousand Weight Marking activated, this battle is as good as settled!"

Like Holden, a group of outer sect disciples also rejoiced.

These were the disciples who had bet heavily on Sail Fenning in the wager set by Wyatt... Only if Sail Fenning claimed victory could they reclaim their stakes and reap additional rewards.

Quentin Campbell smiled.

In his view, there was no suspense left in this battle.

Others held similar opinions.

"Who would have thought Sail Fenning’s Saint Weapon had a hidden two-star Saint Marking... With this trump card in play, the outcome is already decided."

Many outer sect stewards grinned, having bet large sums on Sail Fenning themselves. Naturally, they hoped for his victory.

"Wyatt Barnes, your death is inevitable!"

Vein Weber glared at Wyatt, his eyes filled with malicious intent and a sneering smirk on his lips.

"Wyatt Barnes, no matter how much you struggle today, it’s all futile... The moment you stood before me, Sail Fenning, your fate was sealed: you’ll undoubtedly die!"

After sending Wyatt flying, Sail Fenning didn’t immediately pursue him. Instead, he toyed with him verbally, like a predator playing with frail prey.

Once satisfied with his taunting, Sail Fenning moved, springing forward like a soaring roc. His target: Wyatt Barnes.

Boom!!

The heavy sword, now charged with the power of the two-star Saint Marking ’Thousand Weight Marking,’ roared like thunder as it moved to crush Wyatt, intent on obliterating him.

Arrow-guided motion!

Facing Sail Fenning’s aggressive assault, Wyatt realized that even with his full strength, he couldn’t overcome him head-on. Hence, he opted to evade.

For the moment, he narrowly escaped disaster.

"Do you think endlessly fleeing will help you?"

Sail Fenning jeered, raising another weapon in his hand—a massive crimson hammer.

Though the hammer appeared heavy, in his grasp, it seemed as light as a feather.

"It’s the ’Gale Hammer!’"

When Sail Fenning pulled out the hammer, several inner sect disciples who had come to watch gasped aloud in surprise.

"Gale Hammer?"

The inner sect disciples’ exclamation startled many outer sect disciples as well. "Isn’t the Gale Hammer the weapon of Inner Sect Senior Quentin Campbell? It’s said the Gale Hammer carries a ’two-star Saint Marking’ too."

"I’ve heard that as well. It’s said Quentin Campbell’s Gale Hammer has a two-star Saint Marking known as the ’Gale Saint Marking.’ Once activated, the Gale Hammer’s speed becomes terrifyingly fast."

"It’s rumored Senior Quentin Campbell’s speed ranks among the top in the inner sect, partly due to the Gale Saint Marking on his Gale Hammer."

...

Chatter from the outer sect disciples revealed the Gale Hammer’s origins.

"Quentin Campbell’s weapon? Another two-star inscription?"

Wyatt’s face darkened.

If he couldn’t already conclude that Quentin had deliberately lent his weapon to Sail Fenning to deal with him, the decades he had spent across his two lifetimes would have been meaningless.

Sail Fenning’s pullout of the Gale Hammer prompted Quentin Campbell to flash a brilliant smile.

Lending his Gale Hammer to Sail Fenning had been a precautionary measure.

"With the Gale Hammer, combined with Sail’s own ’Thousand Weight Sword’... If Wyatt Barnes still manages to survive, that would indeed be a miracle."

In Quentin’s mind, such a miracle was impossible.

"Wyatt Barnes, keep running if you want... I’d love to see whether your speed can outmatch mine!"

Holding both the Gale Hammer and the Thousand Weight Sword, Sail Fenning smirked mockingly at Wyatt.

To him, Wyatt was already a morsel awaiting final consumption.

As the words left his mouth, Sail Fenning sprang into action.

With True Energy surging on the Gale Hammer, the ’Gale Saint Marking’ activated. In a flash, the hammer was swung toward Wyatt, streaking through the air like a meteor on a collision course, its speed utterly unbelievable!