Chapter 1449: Chapter 1449: Duel of Life and Death
Tomorrow is the day of the Life and Death Duel.
On this day, Wyatt Barnes did not go into the Jewel Tower to cultivate. Instead, he stepped out of his room and sat quietly at the stone table in the small courtyard, savoring the aroma of tea from his cup.
He looked at ease, entirely unlike soone who would face a life-and-death confrontation the next day.
Occasionally, so outer disciples passing by caught sight of this scene through the open courtyard gate and couldn’t help but shake their heads. "Looks like Wyatt Barnes has given up."
"What a pity that Wyatt Barnes, with such extraordinary talent, is going to fall tomorrow."
"Guess the heavens are jealous of geniuses!"
...
Many outer disciples felt sorry for Wyatt Barnes.
Yet, there were also outer disciples who rejoiced at Wyatt’s apparent resignation. "Looks like the rit points I bet against Wyatt Barnes yesterday will co back to
with interest tomorrow."
"Do we even need to guess? There’s no suspense in tomorrow’s Life and Death Duel."
So outer disciples, regardless of what Wyatt showed before the duel, felt there was no chance at survival for him after tomorrow.
In their eyes, Wyatt Barnes was already a dead man.
No matter how bustling the outside world was, Wyatt remained seated at the stone table in the courtyard, his thoughts not on the duel tomorrow, but on his two fiancées.
"In ten months, I must return! Whether the children are born or not, I have to be there when they arrive."
Wyatt muttered to himself.
In ten months, it would be exactly three years since he left Crescent Island, the overseas Holy Island.
"I wonder how the two little girls are doing now... and Little Black, Little White, Little Gold. And Julia... she must be very worried about ."
One familiar figure after another flashed through Wyatt’s mind.
These figures, along with their voices and smiles, brought a warmth to Wyatt’s heart.
But Wyatt didn’t know.
The Crescent Island on the overseas Holy Island had already changed dramatically with the descent of a middle-aged man in golden robes.
If he knew, he would undoubtedly rush back without hesitation.
The night gradually descended. After returning to his room, Wyatt still didn’t intend to cultivate. Instead, he lay quietly on his bed, entering the realm of dreams and enjoying a restful sleep.
To others, he had only been in the Moon Radiance Sect for two months.
In reality, he had spent six full months in the second-layer space of the Jewel Tower—six months, or half a year.
During those six months, he had been cultivating every single mont, never taking the ti to sleep properly like a normal person.
He slept until the sun was high in the sky.
When Wyatt walked out of the courtyard, he noticed that the blazing sun was already hanging high in the sky. "It’s this late already? By now, the crowd must have gathered in the Martial Arts Performance Field."
Just as Wyatt imagined.
The Martial Arts Performance Field in the outer region of the Moon Radiance Sect was bustling with people. Everyone from the outer section, except for the Grand Elder Pov Easton, had co, leaving only those in retreat missing.
Even so disciples from the inner regions had co to join the lively scene.
Among them, Quentin Campbell was prominently present.
The spacious Martial Arts Performance Field was fully packed except for a cleared area in the center, which was surrounded by spectators.
Standing calmly in the middle of the cleared field was a young man of average appearance, with his eyes closed, unmoving as a statue, like an immovable mountain.
This was none other than Sail Fenning, ranked fifth among the outer disciples of the Moon Radiance Sect.
He was also a renowned Transcending Mortal Realm powerhouse listed prominently on the Earth Ranking.
"Why isn’t Wyatt Barnes here yet?"
"Could it be that he fled before the confrontation?"
"I doubt it. Wyatt Barnes doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would break his word. Besides, Elder Easton is paying attention to this matter. Even if he wanted to escape, could he?"
"That’s true."
...
The bustling Martial Arts Performance Field gradually quieted down.
"Wyatt Barnes, let’s see how you die today! Once you’re dead, I’ll take back the news to my family. If Little Yuke hears of your death, he’ll surely be overjoyed."
Vein Weber stood on one side of the Martial Arts Performance Field, his face adorned with cold sneers, as if he could already see Wyatt Barnes being killed by Sail Fenning.
"Wyatt Barnes, I hope you survive. Your life belongs to , Mandy Wood. If you die, I will kill Sail Fenning myself. I’ll show everyone that I, Mandy Wood, am not only stronger than you but stronger than anyone capable of killing you."
Mandy stood in the corner of the crowd, her eyes cold and fierce.
Though Wyatt Barnes hadn’t yet arrived, her resolve was already burning strong.
Her descent into the Devil Path was originally caused by Wyatt Barnes; it was her obsession with surpassing him.
If Wyatt Barnes were to die, she would undoubtedly lose her goal. However, she had already devised a fallback plan—if Wyatt were killed, her obsession would shift from Wyatt to Sail Fenning.
Outer sect elder Holden Yellow stood among a group of outer elders.
Unlike the somber expressions of most outer sect elders apart from Pierce Reid, Holden’s face was bright with a smile, looking all pleased and satisfied.
Thirty-six thousand rit points, all bet on Sail Fenning. In his eyes, there was no suspense.
Though the odds were low, they were still thirty to one.
In a re day, with both principal and interest combined, he’d gain over ten thousand rit points.
This thought made him rejoice even more.
"Wyatt Barnes is here!"
Soone sharp-eyed was the first to spot the purple figure walking from the independent courtyard area toward the Martial Arts Performance Field, exclaiming aloud and drawing everyone’s attention.
Instantly, the majority of people in the Martial Arts Performance Field turned their gaze toward Wyatt Barnes.
"That’s Wyatt Barnes?"
So inner disciples from the inner region who ca to spectate couldn’t help but show surprise.
They hadn’t expected this outer disciple, who had beco famously known throughout the outer region of the Moon Radiance Sect, and had even garnered attention in the inner region, to be so young.
"Wyatt Barnes!"
Quentin Campbell stared at Wyatt Barnes, his eyes cold and sharp.
He never imagined that the boy who seed like an insignificant worm half a year ago, soone he didn’t even bother to kill, could possess such terrifying talent and grow to this extent.
If ti could rewind, allowing him to return to half a year ago, he would definitely kill this seemingly unremarkable boy at the ti to eliminate future trouble.
But now, thinking that after today, Wyatt Barnes would no longer exist in this world, Quentin’s heart was filled with pleasure.
"Quentin Campbell?"
Despite the crowd, Wyatt Barnes imdiately noticed Quentin and sneered inwardly. "Watch closely... prepare to accept the ’gift’ I have prepared for your line."
Half a year ago, Quentin Campbell’s domineering arrival at Hill Mountain City’s City Lord’s mansion was still fresh in his mory.
The man who had once overlooked him, treating him like an ant, was now within his reach... Give him another year, and he was confident he would surpass Quentin in every way!
In terms of the Jewel Tower’s second layer ti, another year ant another three years.
"Presumptuous! Outrageous!"
Noticing the provocative look in Wyatt’s eyes, Quentin’s face darkened, as if he had just swallowed a fly.
Even though Wyatt had displayed monstrous talent, in Quentin’s eyes, he was still the sa ant he had been half a year ago.
Yet today, this ant dared et his gaze with such a look? Quentin felt a surge of pent-up fury.
"Sail... I hope you can tear Wyatt Barnes apart! The more brutal, the better!"
Taking a deep breath, Quentin looked toward Sail Fenning standing in the middle of the Martial Arts Performance Field’s cleared area, his True Energy voice transmission impatient and angry.
Upon hearing Quentin’s transmission, Sail Fenning nodded slightly and simultaneously opened his eyes.
At the sa ti, Wyatt walked along a path casually made by the outer disciples, reaching the center of the Martial Arts Performance Field, standing face to face with Sail Fenning.
"Wyatt Barnes?"
Sail Fenning raised an eyebrow and asked indifferently, his tone condescending, like a superior questioning an inferior.
"Sail Fenning?"
Wyatt didn’t answer directly, instead asking back leisurely.
"Arriving so late—thought you didn’t dare show up."
Sail Fenning slightly furrowed his brows, his words tinged with mockery.
"Late?"
Wyatt said calmly, "You only invited
for today’s duel at the Martial Arts Performance Field, without stipulating a specific ti, correct?
arriving just before noon doesn’t count as breaking the appointnt, does it? Even if I ca at night, it wouldn’t be reneging."
"Quite a sharp tongue... I just hope your strength matches your words."
Sail Fenning sneered.
"You won’t be disappointed."
Wyatt’s voice was as tranquil as ever, his expression steady, as if the collapse of Mount Tai wouldn’t faze him.
"I really don’t know where your confidence cos from, accepting my challenge letter for a ’Life and Death Duel’... Today, dying to , Sail Fenning, can be considered your honor."
Sail Fenning remarked flatly, "After you die, on the Netherworld Path, rember well... the one who killed you is a future ’Saint Realm powerhouse’! Knowing this might even console you. Dying at the hand of a future Saint Realm powerhouse isn’t shaful."
"Future Saint Realm powerhouse? Only if you live long enough to break through to the Saint Realm!"
Wyatt retorted unhurriedly, his words unapologetically sharp.
Since he had confird Sail ca from Evander Mullins’ lineage and was here for his life, it was unnecessary to be courteous. Being polite wouldn’t make Sail Fenning abandon his intent to kill him.
Razor-sharp words!
Verbal sparring!
In this exchange, Wyatt gained the upper hand.
"No matter how much you argue, it won’t change the fact that you’ll die today."
Evidently aware of the pointlessness of continuing to speak, Sail Fenning stopped talking. As his words faded, golden rays of light began to surround his body.
He looked as though encased in a layer of shimring gold.
"This is..."
Witnessing this sight, Wyatt couldn’t help but be montarily surprised.
Why did this look so similar to the ’Silver Cloth Shirt’ he was currently cultivating, or the ’Copper Cloth Shirt’ he practiced before?
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