Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1453: Die!

As the Gale Hammer rapidly shot towards Wyatt Barnes, Sail Fenning, clutching the hammer tightly, was also dragged forward by its momentum.

The speed was astonishing, truly beyond belief!

At this moment, Sail wasn’t even utilizing any movement techniques; he was relying entirely on the Gale Hammer to propel him.

Even among the many Transcending Mortal Realm disciples present, few could clearly discern Sail’s figure due to the sheer velocity with which the hammer carried him.

"So fast! Is this the speed granted by the ’Gale Saint Markings’?"

Several outer disciples wore expressions of shock and awe.

"The ’Gale Saint Markings’ on the Gale Hammer and the ’Thousand Weight Saint Markings’ on the Thousand Weight Greatsword... Wyatt Barnes is going to lose."

The outer elders silently concluded.

A group of outer stewards and those disciples who had placed hefty bets on Sail Fenning sighed in relief as soon as he moved with the Gale Hammer.

To them, this battle held no suspense anymore.

In terms of strength, Sail had the Thousand Weight Greatsword, easily overpowering Wyatt.

In terms of speed, Sail had the Gale Hammer, overwhelming Wyatt once more.

Whether it was speed or power, Wyatt was clearly inferior to Sail. The outcome seemed decided.

Not only the stewards and disciples who had wagered, but even most of the onlookers shared the same opinion—this fight was over, beyond any doubt.

Of course, there were always exceptions.

One such exception came from an outer disciple whose strength ranked within the top 100 of the Moon Radiance Sect. This was someone who had crossed paths with Wyatt Barnes just two months ago when Wyatt first joined the sect.

That person was Ricky Ridge!

Two months ago, Ricky had attempted to extort Wyatt when the latter had just arrived at the Moon Radiance Sect, only to be utterly crushed in return.

As the one who experienced it firsthand, Ricky vividly remembered the bizarre incidents from that day... deep down, he was convinced Wyatt must have used some kind of supernatural ability. Otherwise, how could Wyatt have diverted his attacks twice with such precision?

After that event, Ricky repeatedly tried to explain this phenomenon to others, but no one believed him.

Everyone thought he was simply making excuses to mask his own defeat, claiming Wyatt possessed some sort of supernatural ability.

But only Ricky knew his claims were true.

A month ago, when Wyatt fought Javier Lynch, Ricky thought he might finally have a chance to prove Wyatt’s supernatural capabilities... Yet to his shock, Wyatt didn’t use such abilities that time. Instead, he defeated Javier with his raw strength alone.

Now, watching Sail Fenning rush at Wyatt Barnes with the Gale Hammer at a critical moment where defeat seemed inevitable, Ricky began to sense another twist.

Thus, the instant Sail charged, Ricky’s gaze locked firmly onto Wyatt... and what he saw confirmed his suspicions.

He was shocked beyond words.

Wyatt, standing in the distance, now had a small black vortex spinning rapidly within his left pupil. The vortex churned so fast that Ricky felt his very soul being drawn into its depths at a single glance.

"I thought... killing Sail Fenning wouldn’t require the ’Mysterious Eye.’"

Wyatt sighed softly in his heart.

He hadn’t intended to rely on the awe-inspiring abilities of the ’Mysterious Eye,’ but the dual two-star Saint Markings on Sail’s weapons had completely disrupted his plans and destroyed his previous assumptions.

At this moment, if he didn’t use the Mysterious Eye, he was certain to die!

As the Mysterious Eye activated, Sail Fenning—who had moved at incomprehensible speeds alongside the Gale Hammer—began to appear drastically slower within Wyatt’s left-eye vision.

Of course, this rapid deceleration wasn’t without cost; Wyatt’s mental energy drained rapidly, leaving him exhausted.

It had to be said: Sail’s speed was truly fiendish.

To be precise, the Gale Hammer’s speed was horrifyingly fast.

Even with the Mysterious Eye employed to its full potential, the Gale Hammer reached Wyatt in an instant.

And where the Gale Hammer went, Sail Fenning naturally followed.

"Die!!"

As Sail neared Wyatt, the Gale Hammer continued its ferocious trajectory, hurtling toward Wyatt like a cannonball. Meanwhile, Sail’s other hand brought the Thousand Weight Greatsword crashing down with titanic force, as though the heavens themselves were collapsing to crush Wyatt.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

...

The heavy blade, marked with the ’Thousand Weight Saint Markings,’ rent the air with thunderous booms. The shockwaves alone sent chills down spines, making those who heard it shudder with dread.

Should anyone be struck, they’d be obliterated in an instant, reduced to a mist of blood with no remains.

The vast majority of outer disciples in the audience couldn’t track Sail’s movements due to his speed. Even a handful of inner disciples who could follow the action narrowed their eyes, unwilling to witness what was about to happen.

Among the outer elders, only Holden Yellow wore an exhilarated expression, while the others collectively shook their heads with dismay.

"Heaven favors the gifted, yet they fall too soon!"

A shared sentiment of lament rippled through their hearts.

"Die! Die!"

Vein Weber stared on with unfettered exhilaration, his wide eyes unblinking, as though terrified of missing even the tiniest detail of Wyatt’s imminent death.

"What use is talent? In the end, you’ll still become no more than dust in the Martial Dao Sacred Land!"

Quentin Campbell sneered coldly, his gaze at Wyatt empty of any emotion.

"Spatial Displacement!"

Just as nearly everyone believed Wyatt’s death was certain, his Mysterious Eye reached its pinnacle, locking onto the Thousand Weight Greatsword and Gale Hammer in Sail’s hands.

At this crucial moment, Wyatt utilized the game-breaking ability of his Mysterious Eye: Spatial Displacement. The last remnants of his mental energy were entirely drained in the process.

And as his mental energy reached its limit, leaving his head utterly hollowed out...

The Thousand Weight Greatsword in Sail’s grasp wildly veered off course from Wyatt’s body. Like a towering mountain, it came crashing down to one side, its devastating power smashing into the solid ground of the Martial Arts Performance Field.

BOOM!!

With an earth-shattering roar, the arena floor shattered, sending shards of stone flying as dirt clouds erupted skyward.

"Still not enough."

As the Gale Hammer veered slightly off-line, hurtling toward Wyatt’s left arm, his expression shifted dramatically. Wyatt scrambled to maneuver his body and dodge, channeling every ounce of strength he could muster.

He managed to avoid a direct hit, but his arm wasn’t unscathed.

Though the hammer merely grazed him, it tore away a large chunk of flesh, narrowly sparing the bone.

The excruciating pain forced cold sweat to pour down Wyatt’s body. On top of the mental exhaustion, he nearly passed out from the shock.

"No! I can’t faint! Absolutely not!!"

At this critical moment, Wyatt bit down hard on his tongue, clearing his mind a fraction.

He knew all too well.

If he lost consciousness now, everything he’d just done would mean nothing.

Sail would undoubtedly strike again.

If he fainted, he’d be nothing more than meat on a chopping block, at Sail’s mercy.

Holding onto his lucidity, Wyatt’s sharp gaze locked onto Sail as the latter sped past him... To Wyatt’s surprise, Sail’s face was filled with disbelief and shock.

Perhaps Sail couldn’t fathom it.

Why had the Thousand Weight Greatsword and Gale Hammer, which were set to strike Wyatt, suddenly veered away at the critical moment, narrowly missing their target?

Sail’s missed attack, combined with the momentum of his weapons, flung him forward uncontrollably and left him completely exposed.

A perfect opportunity!

Wyatt wouldn’t let this slip by. A cold smirk played on his lips as he twitched the hand pulling the bowstring of his Sunshot Bow.

In an instant, a blade of True Energy materialized, streaking out like a bolt of lightning.

WHOOSH!!

The dazzling arc of energy whistled through the air, resembling the scythe of the Reaper itself as it slashed across Sail’s throat, carving a ferocious gash.

The wound ripped open, blood gushing forth in spurts, unstoppable.

Under countless watchful eyes, Sail Fenning, dragged by the combined forces of his weapons, left a trail of crimson before collapsing into a pool of blood, motionless.

Silence.

A deathly silence blanketed the scene.

"Supernatural ability! It’s a supernatural ability!"

Ricky Ridge stared on with wide, terrified eyes.

HISS! HISS! HISS! HISS!

...

After a brief moment, everyone present began snapping out of their daze. A chorus of gasps resounded throughout the crowd, echoing endlessly.

"S-Sail Fenning is dead?"

Outer disciples stared dumbstruck at Sail’s lifeless body.

"Impossible!"

Outer Steward Vein Weber’s expression twisted with horror and despair as he glared at Wyatt, filled with resentment. "That little bastard... how could he possibly kill Sail Fenning! No! It’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Vein couldn’t accept the reality before him.

The other outer stewards wore equally bitter faces.

The moment Sail Fenning died, the heavy bets they had placed with their merit points were as good as gone.

"My thousand merit points... gone! Gone!!"

One outer disciple clutched his chest and wailed in anguish.

"A thousand points and you think you’re the only one suffering? I lost three whole thousand!!"

Another disciple nearby roared with a dark expression.

Soon, the expressions of the other betting disciples turned equally grim.

Sail’s death meant their bets now amounted to nothing but losses, with no chance of recovering their merit points.

Some of them felt like dying right then and there.

"Sail Fenning was so useless! An Earth Ranking expert? He couldn’t even beat a new disciple who joined two months ago."

"Exactly! What a disgrace!"

"An Earth Ranking expert, even wielding two Earth-grade Saint Weapons engraved with two-star Saint Markings, still lost to a sect newcomer... How humiliating!"

...

One by one, the outer disciples who lost their bets unleashed an endless stream of curses toward Sail Fenning.