Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375: The Chief of the Thirteen Protectors
"Wyatt Barnes, the humiliation of today, I shall return it tenfold soday!"
After taking Pill dicine to heal his injuries, Fenny Graham, who was defeated by Wyatt Barnes, said to Wyatt with a darkened expression.
In his eyes, a vicious sheen flickered ominously.
At this mont, Wyatt only felt as though he was being watched by a venomous snake, causing his heart to sink and recognizing that this Fenny Graham was a dangerous individual.
"What? Can’t accept defeat?"
Wyatt Barnes sneered.
Just as Fenny Graham was about to say sothing more, a whistling of the wind approached.
Monts later, everyone present noticed an additional person on the high platform—a middle-aged man dressed in silver armor.
Most of those present were familiar with this man.
"It’s Guardian Harvey!"
"One of the thirty-six personal guards under the command of the City Lord, ranked fourteenth, Guardian Harvey, who is also in charge of our Hidden Dragon Camp."
...
A series of whispered discussions reached Wyatt Barnes’s ears.
"He is also one of the thirty-six personal guards of the Hill Mountain City’s City Lord?"
Wyatt Barnes recognized the man in silver armor; it was the sa person who had distributed the Holy Stones to him not long ago. He didn’t expect him to be one of the thirty-six personal guards under the Hill Mountain City’s City Lord as well.
And ranked fourteenth at that.
"Guardian Harvey!"
"Guardian Harvey!"
...
Many people respectfully greeted Guardian Harvey.
"The chief of the thirty-six personal guards, Heavenly Guard, has issued an order... All thirteen protectors must now go to the Council Hall of the City Lord’s Main Mansion for a eting, and no one is allowed to be absent!"
Guardian Harvey spoke unhurriedly.
As he said this, his voice, imbued with True Energy, exploded like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Hidden Dragon Camp.
"He is reminding those five who are at the later stages of the Transcending Mortal Realm."
Wyatt Barnes didn’t find it difficult to guess Guardian Harvey’s intention.
At the mont, the thirteen protectors, except for those five late-stage Transcending Mortal Realm Martial Artists and Taoist Cultivators, were almost all present.
"Haha... With Heavenly Guard personally summoning them, there’s got to be an interesting discussion at the Council Hall."
A hearty laugh ca through as a shadow shot out from Wooden Cabin No. 2, quickly leaving the Hidden Dragon Camp grounds.
The speed so swift that even Wyatt Barnes found it hard to track.
"So fast! Worthy of being the second-ranked individual among the thirteen protectors."
Wyatt Barnes was astounded.
Then, one after the other, shadows erged from Wooden Cabin No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5, following the person that ca out of Wooden Cabin No. 2, all heading towards the Council Hall.
Clearly, they were all going to the Council Hall.
Whoosh!
At this ti, Guardian Harvey also returned to the mansion; he had announced everything that needed to be said.
Fenny Graham gave Wyatt Barnes a cold glance before stepping down from the platform and leaving the Hidden Dragon Camp...
The other individuals among the thirteen protectors also left one by one.
Suddenly, only Wyatt Barnes and Jemma Clifford were left.
"Let’s go too."
Jemma Clifford said.
"Hmm."
Wyatt Barnes nodded.
As he was leaving, he couldn’t help but glance several tis at Wooden Cabin No. 1, only to find no movent there; no one ca out for a long ti.
"Could it be that the owner of Wooden Cabin No. 1, the chief of the thirteen protectors, dares to ignore the orders of the ’Heavenly Guard’, the chief of the thirty-six personal guards?"
Wyatt Barnes thought to himself.
After Wyatt Barnes and Jemma Clifford left, the Hidden Dragon Camp beca noisy, and everyone talked without inhibition.
"The chief of the thirty-six personal guards ’Heavenly Guard’ personally summoning the thirteen protectors, I wonder what has happened..."
"I have been in the Hidden Dragon Camp for quite a while now and have only seen Guardian Harvey from the thirty-six personal guards... I haven’t seen the chief, Heavenly Guard, let alone any of the other personal guards."
"It’s your own fault for not practicing hard enough. Otherwise, you could have beco one of the thirteen protectors and gone to et Heavenly Guard."
...
While a group of Hidden Dragon Camp mbers were engaged in various discussions, Wyatt Barnes and Jemma Clifford also arrived at the City Lord’s Main Mansion’s Council Hall.
After entering, they discovered that there were already ten people standing inside.
Among these ten individuals, besides four new faces, the other six were all recognizable to Wyatt Barnes.
He had seen them before at the Hidden Dragon Camp grounds; they were the other Transcending Mortal Realm mid-stage Martial Artists and Taoist Cultivators among the thirteen protectors.
"Eh? New faces?"
At this ti, a burly young man with a wide fra, resembling a bear in build, showed a look of surprise as he addressed Wyatt Barnes and Jemma Clifford, "Are you two the new mbers of the thirteen protectors?"
"Baer Bear, it seems like you’ve really been out of touch for the past month... These two, they’re the new mbers of the Hidden Dragon Camp who replaced Foresty Crawford and Luis Lee a month ago," a dandy young man with a fan comnted with a laugh.
"Not bad, not bad."
Baer Bear glanced at Wyatt Barnes and Jemma Clifford, nodding his approval.
"He’s the second-ranked individual among the thirteen protectors?"
Wyatt Barnes looked towards Baer Bear; he could tell that the voice of the person who had left Wooden Cabin No. 2 was identical to this man’s...
Clearly, they were the sa person.
"Hello, my na is ’Ingot Gold.’ I’m ranked third among the thirteen protectors, just below that ’freak’ and this big guy here."
The young man in fine clothing swayed his folding fan while looking at Wyatt Barnes, introducing himself.
"Jemma Clifford, thirteenth of the Thirteen Protectors."
Seeing that even the third-ranked among the Thirteen Protectors took the initiative to introduce himself, Jemma Clifford hurriedly responded, not daring to be presumptuous.
"Wyatt Barnes, the sixth of the Thirteen Protectors."
After Jemma Clifford, Wyatt Barnes followed with an introduction. He had quite a good impression of the forward Ingot Gold... Such people are usually quite straightforward.
"The sixth of the Thirteen Protectors?"
Ingot Gold was stunned, "Isn’t the sixth of the Thirteen Protectors Fenny Graham?"
While saying so, he turned towards Fenny Graham, asking with so surprise, "Fenny Graham... you... were actually defeated by a newcor?"
Though unwilling to accept it, Fenny Graham had to nod in acknowledgnt, and while admitting it, he didn’t forget to explain, "If he hadn’t used a bow and arrows, at best we would have fought to a draw."
In the fight against Wyatt, Fenny Graham knew precisely where he had been defeated... which is why he felt so discontented.
"Hmph! Defeat is defeat, why make so many excuses? If you were killed, could you co back to life and seek revenge again?"
A young man in plain robes, with an ordinary appearance, standing on the side, scoffed disdainfully.
"Haha... Arthur Davidson, Fenny Graham already feels bad about being defeated, why do you need to rub salt in the wound?"
The young man, whose eyes hadn’t left Jemma Clifford since she entered, finally withdrew his gaze to look at the robed young man and laughed heartily.
"Jan Clark, you’re such a busybody."
Arthur Davidson snorted.
"The fourth of the Thirteen Protectors, Arthur Davidson... The fifth of the Thirteen Protectors, Jan Clark, also the distant cousin of Gideon Cruz?"
Wyatt still rembered the figures of Arthur Davidson and Jan Clark.
They were the ones who just ca out of cabins four and five.
"Miss Jemma."
Before she knew it, Jan Clark had co up in front of Jemma Clifford, greeting her enthusiastically, without any of the composure that a Martial Artist at the later stages of the Transcending Mortal Realm should have.
However, seeing the lecherous glint flickering deep in his eyes, one could tell he was no good.
Jemma Clifford, of course, noticed this as well and said coldly, "I don’t know you."
"You may not know , but I certainly know you."
Jan Clark chuckled, "You are the beloved young lady of the Clifford Family from Jade Trust Town, the number one warrior of the younger generation... I had the honor to visit your Main Mansion with my father back in the days."
"So what?"
Jemma Clifford responded as calmly as before.
"Miss Jemma, let
introduce myself... My na is Jan Clark, the Young Master of the Clark Family of New South Town, ranked ’fifth’ among the Thirteen Protectors of the Hidden Dragon Camp."
Jan Clark patiently introduced himself.
This ti, Jemma Clifford did not pay him any attention, regardless of how eloquently Jan Clark spoke, she simply ignored him.
In the end, Jan Clark’s complexion turned extrely unsightly.
"Bitch, the cri of not drinking a toast is to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
Jan Clark’s eyes betrayed a trace of cold severity as he cursed inwardly.
"Haha... Jan Clark, I find you truly despicable! Can’t you see that Miss Jemma Clifford does not wish to bother with you? Yet, you still manage to talk so much... I really admire that, admire it indeed," Ingot Gold laughed boisterously, openly mocking Jan Clark.
"Ingot Gold, don’t push your luck too far!"
No sooner had Ingot Gold’s words dropped than Jan Clark glared, his face darkening.
"Not push too far? I am pushing too far, what are you going to do about it? I’m giving you a chance... Challenge , how about that?"
Hearing Jan Clark’s words, Ingot Gold laughed, his smile brilliantly radiant.
With just one sentence, Jan Clark was infuriated to the point of trembling, his face red with rage, his eyes bloodshot, as if he might explode at any mont.
Whoosh!
And just then, a gust of wind swept into the Council Hall, causing the robes on the twelve present to flutter, settling down only after a mont.
The next mont, an additional figure appeared in the Council Hall.
It was an ordinary-looking youth in green clothes, carrying a sheathed long sword on his back.
He stood there, exceedingly serene, making no sound whatsoever.
"He... is the leader of the Thirteen Protectors?"
When the green-clad youth entered, Wyatt had no prior notice. Even with the draft of wind that blew, he didn’t realize it was a person, thinking it was rely a breeze.
Suddenly, his heart was filled with astonishnt.
Heavenly Eye!
Curious, Wyatt looked at the green-clad youth, his eyes sharpening.
Thirty years old.
Transcending Mortal Realm... Small Perfection!
When Wyatt discerned the age and cultivation level of the green-clad youth, he was shocked.
A thirty-year-old at the Small Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm?
Where did this freak co from?
"Freak, you finally showed up... I was beginning to think you were going to defy the orders of Guardian Harvey," Ingot Gold, with his easy familiarity, narrowed his eyes at the green-clad youth and chuckled.
"I’m not a freak."
The green-clad youth finally responded, his voice cool as if it could freeze water.
Freak?
Hearing Ingot Gold’s address for the green-clad youth, Wyatt montarily pondered over Ingot Gold’s words from before:
"Nice to et you; my na is ’Ingot Gold.’ I’m ranked third among the Thirteen Protectors, only behind that ’freak’ and that big guy."
The ’big guy’ ntioned was the ’Baer Bear,’ who was second among the Thirteen Protectors.
"He is the leader of the Thirteen Protectors, Wyatt!"
At this mont, Wyatt Barnes was utterly certain of it.
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