Chapter 1453: Chapter 1453: Die!
As the Gale Hamr rapidly shot towards Wyatt Barnes, Sail Fenning, clutching the hamr tightly, was also dragged forward by its montum.
The speed was astonishing, truly beyond belief!
At this mont, Sail wasn’t even utilizing any movent techniques; he was relying entirely on the Gale Hamr 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 hamr 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 Hamr 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 Hamr.
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 Hamr, overwhelming Wyatt once more.
Whether it was speed or power, Wyatt was clearly inferior to Sail. The outco seed decided.
Not only the stewards and disciples who had wagered, but even most of the onlookers shared the sa opinion—this fight was over, beyond any doubt.
Of course, there were always exceptions.
One such exception ca from an outer disciple whose strength ranked within the top 100 of the Moon Radiance Sect. This was soone 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 rembered the bizarre incidents from that day... deep down, he was convinced Wyatt must have used so 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 phenonon to others, but no one believed him.
Everyone thought he was simply making excuses to mask his own defeat, claiming Wyatt possessed so 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 ti. Instead, he defeated Javier with his raw strength alone.
Now, watching Sail Fenning rush at Wyatt Barnes with the Gale Hamr at a critical mont where defeat seed inevitable, Ricky began to sense another twist.
Thus, the instant Sail charged, Ricky’s gaze locked firmly onto Wyatt... and what he saw confird 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 mont, 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 Hamr—began to appear drastically slower within Wyatt’s left-eye vision.
Of course, this rapid deceleration wasn’t without cost; Wyatt’s ntal energy drained rapidly, leaving him exhausted.
It had to be said: Sail’s speed was truly fiendish.
To be precise, the Gale Hamr’s speed was horrifyingly fast.
Even with the Mysterious Eye employed to its full potential, the Gale Hamr reached Wyatt in an instant.
And where the Gale Hamr went, Sail Fenning naturally followed.
"Die!!"
As Sail neared Wyatt, the Gale Hamr continued its ferocious trajectory, hurtling toward Wyatt like a cannonball. anwhile, 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 movents 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 sentint of lant 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 beco no more than dust in the Martial Dao Sacred Land!"
Quentin Campbell sneered coldly, his gaze at Wyatt empty of any emotion.
"Spatial Displacent!"
Just as nearly everyone believed Wyatt’s death was certain, his Mysterious Eye reached its pinnacle, locking onto the Thousand Weight Greatsword and Gale Hamr in Sail’s hands.
At this crucial mont, Wyatt utilized the ga-breaking ability of his Mysterious Eye: Spatial Displacent. The last remnants of his ntal energy were entirely drained in the process.
And as his ntal 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 ca 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 Hamr 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 hamr rely 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 ntal exhaustion, he nearly passed out from the shock.
"No! I can’t faint! Absolutely not!!"
At this critical mont, 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 an nothing.
Sail would undoubtedly strike again.
If he fainted, he’d be nothing more than at on a chopping block, at Sail’s rcy.
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 Hamr, which were set to strike Wyatt, suddenly veered away at the critical mont, narrowly missing their target?
Sail’s missed attack, combined with the montum 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 mont, 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 resentnt. "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 mont Sail Fenning died, the heavy bets they had placed with their rit points were as good as gone.
"My thousand rit 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 ant their bets now amounted to nothing but losses, with no chance of recovering their rit points.
So 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 newcor... How humiliating!"
...
One by one, the outer disciples who lost their bets unleashed an endless stream of curses toward Sail Fenning.
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