Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1517: The Gorilla

However, Ryan Tide’s appearance forced him to abandon his plan.

Ryan Tide was clearly sent by Trevor Baillie to protect Hill Mountain City’s City Lord, Tabo Garcia.

While he was confident he could defeat Ryan Tide, he wasn’t certain about killing him. After all, both were at Entering the Saint Realm’s peak stage. Unless the disparity in power was vast, no one could guarantee they’d definitively kill the other.

Moreover, even if he managed to kill Ryan Tide, once Trevor Baillie returned and found out, suspicion would undoubtedly fall on him.

The list of people capable of killing Ryan Tide within the area surrounding Moon Radiance Sect was few, making it easy to associate him with the act.

Killing Ryan Tide was entirely different from killing Tabo Garcia.

Tabo Garcia—anyone at Entering the Saint Realm’s late stage or above could easily kill him.

"Thank you, Steward Ryan."

Seeing Evander Mullins leave just like that, Tabo Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, immediately expressing his gratitude to Ryan Tide.

"No need for thanks. I’m merely following orders."

Ryan Tide responded indifferently, and as soon as he spoke, he departed.

Of course, he didn’t actually leave but instead concealed himself nearby, covertly protecting Tabo Garcia.

Meanwhile, on another front, after Evander Mullins left, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "Damn it! Trevor Baillie, that meddling old geezer!"

At that moment, a sense of helplessness surged in Evander Mullins’ heart, as if every move he made on the proverbial chessboard was foreseen and countered by Trevor Baillie. It left him utterly frustrated.

"Hopefully, the Shadow Mountain black market folks will seize this ’hunting assessment’ opportunity and kill Wyatt Barnes! Once Wyatt Barnes is dead, Trevor Baillie won’t possibly target me again."

Evander Mullins thought to himself.

"Additionally, from this day forward, anyone who becomes my disciple must take a Thunder Punishment oath promising lifelong loyalty to me. If they refuse to swear, no matter how high their talent, I, Evander Mullins, won’t accept them."

Thinking about Kai Simmons, whom he had just killed, and recalling Quentin Campbell, another prior traitorous disciple he had slain, Evander Mullins was overcome with irritation.

He truly felt as if he was cursed; two consecutive direct disciples had ultimately betrayed him.

Thus, he made up his mind.

Anyone aspiring to become his disciple must first swear allegiance through the Thunder Punishment oath.

While Evander Mullins gloomily returned to Moon Radiance Sect, Wyatt Barnes was deep within the rugged forests, slaying innumerable Savage Beasts.

Although he had killed plenty of Savage Beasts, his robes remained spotless, as if this hunt was no challenge for him whatsoever.

Truth be told, it really wasn’t a challenge.

Not mentioning his ability to defeat enemies across realms, Wyatt’s current strength at Entering the Saint Realm’s late stage alone meant that within these dense forests, there were virtually no Savage Beasts capable of rivaling him in cultivation.

"Even here, the number of Savage Beasts at Entering the Saint Realm’s late stage must be few."

Wyatt thought to himself.

Along his journey, he had already killed dozens of Savage Beasts at Entering the Saint Realm’s mid-stage.

Those counted as the majority, while weaker Savage Beasts at Entering the Saint Realm’s initial stage had numbered in the hundreds.

Perhaps having perceived Wyatt’s thoughts, his progress forward was interrupted by a deafening beastly roar.

The roar wasn’t just sound—it rang out like crackling thunder, seemingly intent on tearing through Wyatt’s eardrums.

"Is this a Savage Beast at Entering the Saint Realm’s late stage?"

Upon hearing the roar, Wyatt’s heart skipped a beat.

Soon, a colossal creature the size of a small mountain appeared, charging toward him with thunderous momentum. The ground trembled with each step it took, as though an earthquake had been triggered.

Wherever the beast passed, towering trees collapsed one after another, and the soil bore enormous footprints like gaping craters.

"Come at me!"

Faced with the oncoming late-stage Savage Beast, Wyatt Barnes not only showed no fear but instead advanced to meet it head-on.

In an instant, True Energy surged within Wyatt, materializing in the void as a giant hammer, which then descended like a meteor, smashing toward the Savage Beast—an ape-like creature reminiscent of an oversized gorilla.

"Roar!!"

The Savage Beast unleashed another terrifying roar, opening its blood-red maw wide.

The soundwaves formed visible ripples in the air, breaking apart Wyatt’s hammer as if it had struck cotton. First, the hammer pushed forward, then it was compressed, and finally, it shattered entirely.

"What astonishing soundwave attacks!"

Wyatt Barnes was taken aback, utterly stunned that his True Energy weapon—a hammer capable of crushing mid-stage Savage Beasts—had been obliterated by a single roar from this late-stage Savage Beast.

"Impressive! I didn’t expect you to be this strong. Very well, I’ll play with you properly."

Rather than recoiling, Wyatt’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He withdrew a hefty greatsword—the Thousand-Pound Sword—and prepared for battle.

"Roar!!"

With another explosive roar, the Savage Beast raised its massive fists, akin to boulders, and swung them toward Wyatt with deafening gale-like force.

"Come at me!"

Wyatt let out a hearty laugh, raised his Thousand-Pound Sword, and struck decisively toward the Savage Beast’s fists, his posture commanding and unyielding.

"Heavy as a Mountain!"

Wyatt shouted the name of his technique with fervor. The colossal greatsword fell with a thunderous force akin to a mountain collapsing, smashing straight into the beast’s massive fists.

BANG!!

BANG!!

Amid two thunderous strikes, Wyatt’s Thousand-Pound Sword collided fiercely with the beast’s fists.

The clash of True Energy caused a series of airwaves to rush outward in concentric circles of rampant, pressure-driven turbulence.

The shockwaves roared, producing ear-splitting sonic booms as fierce winds tore through the surroundings, uprooting trees and scattering debris like an overpowering hurricane.

"Roar!!"

The Savage Beast roared and stumbled back a step. When it faced Wyatt again, its enormous bloodshot eyes carried hints of fear along with their hostile red gleam.

Although the Savage Beast lacked the intelligence of Sacred Beasts, its harsh environment had honed instinctive survival skills.

Wyatt Barnes had officially been classified as a formidable adversary.

Just when Wyatt thought he had intimidated the beast into retreating, an unforeseen development arose.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Accompanied by drum-like sounds as loud as booming thunder, the Savage Beast began pounding its chest, mimicking its gorilla-like appearance and adding an indescribable ferocity.

The difference? This beast’s frame dwarfed any ordinary gorilla.

"Is it losing its mind?"

Wyatt wondered, watching as the Savage Beast increased its fevered chest-beating. Then, something astounding occurred.

A dense thread of blood-red mist emanated from the beast’s chest, intertwining with its entire body and seeping into its every pore.

As the mist expanded, the creature seemed to be veiled entirely in a blood-red energy. Embedded within the energy were faint streaks of scarlet lightning, flickering ominously.

"What is this?"

Wyatt’s eyes widened in surprise, struggling to comprehend the shocking transformation.

"Could this be the ’crazed transformation’?"

A theory popped into Wyatt’s mind, reminding him of a Demon Beast known as the Berserk Tatterfur Mouse Clan—a species notorious for their ability to undergo crazed transformations that boosted their powers to terrifying levels.

"Roar!!"

Wrapped in its blood-red aura, the Savage Beast now resembled an Undefeated War God, unleashing another deafening roar that shattered the air around them with percussive force.

"Its strength has clearly intensified!"

Even Wyatt felt some ear discomfort, realizing that this soundwave attack had far exceeded the previous one in power.

Inhaling deeply, Wyatt chose not to hesitate. True Energy surged into his Thousand-Pound Sword as he activated its embedded Two-Star Saint Marking—’Thousand-Pound Saint Marking.’ The moment the crazed Savage Beast struck with both fists again, Wyatt launched himself forward.

"Heavy as a Mountain!"

The same technique, now enhanced by the Saint Marking, unleashed an even greater force.

Yet, the powered-up strike was effortlessly deflected by the beast’s fists; the impact reverberated through Wyatt’s hands, leaving him with throbbing palms and faint blood marks at his knuckles.

Though the wounds didn’t bleed, Wyatt couldn’t help but feel utterly stunned.

His body wasn’t comparable to an ordinary human physique.

Even members of Martial Dao Sacred Land’s Dragonsmith Clan in the same realm—such as the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon—couldn’t compete with his physical resilience.

And yet, his hands had been injured in the collision.

"Roar!!"

With Wyatt’s greatsword knocked aside, the Savage Beast’s remaining punch slammed into the empty space. However, its reflexes were swift, and soon it swung again, aiming its gigantic fists back at Wyatt as if intent on pulverizing him.

"Now I’m done playing!"

Wyatt’s expression shifted; the True Energy in his energy center roared into motion through his ninety-nine Saint Veins. At the same time, he stowed away the Thousand-Pound Sword, clenched his fists, and charged—this time facing the beast directly in melee combat.

To an observer, it would be foolishness incarnate—Wyatt choosing hand-to-hand combat against a crazed beast that overpowered him even when he wielded a sword.

What they wouldn’t know, however, is that Wyatt had now infused his punches with the staggering strength of his physical body.

Combining his unparalleled physical prowess and amplified True Energy, Wyatt unleashed devastating force against the beast’s blood-infused fists.