Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1469: No Respect for Elders or Youngers

"Senior Brother Center Montes is here!"

A sharp-eyed outer sect disciple cried out in surprise.

His exclamation quickly drew the attention of everyone present.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a tall and imposing young man with an alluring yet sinister charm strode forth, his steps like those of a dragon and tiger. His flowing green robes accentuated his elegance and unrestrained poise.

"Senior Brother Montes."

Many female outer sect disciples’ eyes sparkled, resembling starved wolves that had just spotted their prey.

In the outer sect, quite a number of female disciples regarded Center Montes as their "dream lover."

Yet some female disciples furrowed their brows and said, "Compared to Senior Brother Montes, I still prefer Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes... Senior Brother Barnes’ handsomeness has an aura of masculine strength, whereas Senior Brother Montes’ is more feminine and delicate."

"Exactly! Besides, I think Senior Brother Barnes is far more handsome... I even dreamed about him yesterday."

"I dreamt about Senior Brother Barnes a few days ago too. In my dream, he brought a grand bridal procession to marry me."

"Marry you? Don’t dream too big! A monstrous genius like Senior Brother Barnes wouldn’t bother with someone as plain as you."

"Hah! You speak as though Senior Brother Barnes would take notice of you."

...

Undoubtedly, those female disciples favoring Wyatt Barnes were larger in number and easily drowned out the voices of those adoring Center Montes.

Although Wyatt Barnes had only joined the Moon Radiance Sect three months ago, his few displays of skill had astonished the entire outer sect.

In the history of the Moon Radiance Sect’s outer sect, there was never a talent as extraordinary as Wyatt Barnes.

"Hm! Different strokes for different folks. I personally prefer Senior Brother Montes."

A female disciple from the outer sect huffed in dissatisfaction.

For a moment, a group of outer sect female disciples began squabbling again.

In the end, sheer numbers won out, as those who admired Wyatt Barnes overwhelmed the voices of Center Montes’ admirers.

"Hmpf!"

The rivalry among the outer sect female disciples didn’t deeply concern Center Montes, yet he still caught every word. freёnovelkiss.com

Privately, he scoffed coldly, his eyes flashing with a trace of malice, "Wyatt Barnes, after today, you’ll become nothing but a cripple!"

"We’ll see who dares admire you after that."

Center Montes’ heart twisted in jealousy.

While he had never truly taken the female disciples of the outer sect seriously, regardless of their expression of admiration toward him, he had simply relished the feeling. He never reciprocated.

Now, seeing the majority of the outer sect female disciples leaning toward Wyatt Barnes, he couldn’t suppress the jealousy rising within him.

It was as though Wyatt Barnes had stolen something that originally belonged to him.

"Senior Brother Barnes is here!"

With an excited shout reverberating across the field, every gaze that previously remained fixed on Center Montes shifted entirely to the approaching purple-clad figure walking toward the Martial Arts Performance Field.

A tall, strikingly handsome young man dressed in purple robes slowly stepped forward. His sword-like brows radiated heroism, accompanied by a brilliant and uplifting smile. Compared to Center Montes’ sinister allure, he was an absolute contrast.

Looking at Center Montes’ face stirred feelings of oppression.

Looking at Wyatt Barnes’ face, though, conveyed a breeze of serenity.

"That’s Wyatt Barnes? Only thirty-five years old... so young!"

Among the inner sect disciples watching the commotion, there were some with considerable cultivation, boldly employing "spiritual arts" to probe Wyatt Barnes and promptly discerning his age — thirty-five years old.

Feeling the probing spiritual waves sweep toward him, Wyatt’s brow furrowed slightly before quickly relaxing, seemingly indifferent.

At this moment, even had he taken offense, there wasn’t much he could do.

The number of inner sect disciples using spiritual arts to investigate him was no fewer than twenty. Was he supposed to go around chastising each of them? At the moment, he didn’t possess such power.

However, among the outer sect disciples present, his age wasn’t a secret, as they had learned about it three months ago —

During the Moon Radiance Sect’s "entrance exam," Wyatt Barnes’ age had been probed by the outer sect steward using spiritual arts.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Seeing the focus of the crowd shift entirely from himself to Wyatt Barnes upon his arrival, Center Montes’ face darkened immediately.

Though very few people from the outer sect were aware that Center Montes was a direct disciple of the sect’s Vice Sect Leader, Center Montes was still ranked third among the Moon Radiance Sect’s outer sect disciples and was sixty-sixth on the Earth List as a Transcending Mortal Realm peak powerhouse...

Yet today, someone who had only joined the sect for three months was stealing the spotlight! How could he possibly endure this?

A newcomer overshadowing him, someone with five years in the sect, was a blatant trampling of his dignity — a fierce, merciless trampling!

"So, you’re Wyatt Barnes, the so-called ’genius’?"

When Center Montes turned to address Wyatt Barnes, wearing a "friendly" smile, the darkness clouding his face vanished entirely, replaced by apparent cordiality.

But this "friendly" smile on his sinisterly charming face still had a peculiar quality to it.

"And you must be Center Montes?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Center Montes indifferently. "Don’t you think calling me ’Junior Brother’ is premature? In the Martial Dao world, the powerful are revered. If you don’t surpass me, calling me ’Junior Brother’ seems awfully out of place, don’t you think?"

Having learned about Center Montes’ "identity," Wyatt Barnes knew of his hostile intentions.

So, even during their first encounter, Wyatt Barnes showed no courtesy whatsoever.

After all, his enmity with Evander Mullins was already one of mutual destruction.

And Center Montes, as Evander Mullins’ nephew and ally, undoubtedly wished for his demise as well.

Faced with Center Montes’ feigned friendliness, Wyatt Barnes found it utterly repulsive.

Whoa!

Wyatt Barnes’ sharp retort sparked an uproar among the outer sect disciples.

None of them anticipated such palpable tension the moment Wyatt Barnes and Center Montes met. Some began suspecting pre-existing antagonism between the two.

Even Center Montes hadn’t anticipated Wyatt Barnes’ recklessness. A cold glint flashed briefly through his eyes.

The glint disappeared as swiftly as it came.

But Wyatt Barnes caught it nonetheless.

"I spoke too hastily; I apologize."

Unexpectedly, Center Montes didn’t lose his temper and instead smiled warmly, apologizing to Wyatt Barnes, showcasing considerable restraint.

"See! That’s why I admire Senior Brother Montes—he’s so composed... unlike your Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, who’s hostile and petty, utterly unmanly!"

A female disciple loyal to Center Montes exclaimed.

"Petty? Bah! Senior Brother Barnes simply has character, ever heard of that? Moreover, Senior Brother Barnes clearly has the confidence to defeat your Senior Brother Montes, enough to qualify as his ’senior’!"

The supporters of Wyatt Barnes fired back, unwilling to concede.

Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a subtle, mocking smile.

If he hadn’t already uncovered Center Montes’ "identity," he might’ve been deceived by this facade of warm friendliness.

At this moment, his vigilance heightened even further.

Center Montes enduring insult and acting submissive was a clear ploy to trick him into lowering his guard before delivering a decisive strike.

"If that’s his intention, let him come—it makes no difference. I, Wyatt Barnes, am not some soft persimmon waiting to be crushed!"

Wyatt Barnes mused to himself.

Meanwhile, Wyatt Barnes cast a casual glance at Center Montes before walking directly into the central area of the Martial Arts Performance Field. Turning back, his gaze locked onto Center Montes. "Let’s begin. I don’t have all day—defeating you is merely a momentary distraction before I return to cultivate."

"Defeat me?"

Center Montes smirked slightly. "It seems you hold utter confidence in your own abilities."

"And you’re not confident? If that’s the case, we can skip this duel. Just surrender, and save us all some time."

Wyatt Barnes replied indifferently.

Hearing this, although Center Montes restrained his fury, his expression stiffened, and he snapped curtly, "Your sharp tongue, Wyatt Barnes, precedes you. Seeing it firsthand today, I can confirm—reputation well-earned!"

"Sharp tongue?"

Wyatt Barnes chuckled, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Since you find my tongue so sharp, perhaps it’s pointless for you to keep talking. Why don’t you strike outright? Wouldn’t that be much simpler?"

"Hmph! Did you truly think killing Sail Fenning and defeating an Entering Saint Realm inner sect disciple makes you invincible in the outer sect?"

Center Montes finally unleashed his pent-up rage. "Even though you rank 99th on the Earth List, in my eyes, you’re still trash!"

"Since you’re eager for me to make a move, I’ll happily oblige!"

Center Montes’ cold sneer preceded a swift, decisive action.

With the flick of his hand, a thin three-foot-long blade appeared, resembling a willow branch. Though slender, it remained perfectly sturdy in Center Montes’ grip.

Infused with True Energy, the blade emitted a sharp and oppressive aura.

This aura was far superior to that of an ordinary slender blade.

"Saint Markings?"

Wyatt Barnes’ gaze sharpened instantly, recognizing the faint energy emanations from Center Montes’ weapon; it was no ordinary artifact—it bore engraved Saint Markings of power.

"Wyatt Barnes, soon you’ll see... regardless of your triumphs over Sail Fenning, in my eyes, you’re still nothing!"

Center Montes’ hand trembled slightly, his blade bending like a serpentine coil, showcasing remarkable flexibility.

"Sharp tongue, indeed—yours isn’t lacking either."

Wyatt Barnes smirked coldly, delivering another jab.

"Courting death!"

Center Montes’ eyes grew frosty as his blade straightened once more.

A moment later, his form blurred, transforming into a gust of wind as his weapon released a piercing whistle, charging straight for Wyatt Barnes.