Chapter 1519: Chapter 1519: Exactly the Sa
"Killing you would be easy, but now I find you intriguing... Rest assured, after today, Shadow Mountain Black Market will revoke the kill order against you."
Hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, Vanessa responded unhurriedly, montarily leaving Wyatt puzzled.
Could it be that my charm is really this irresistible, and I’ve actually caught her eye?
Thinking about this, Wyatt felt a chill down his spine.
Though the woman before him had an impressive figure, who could tell what her concealed face actually looked like?
Perhaps she’s an ugly wretch?
However, in the next mont, Wyatt froze.
Because, without any warning, Vanessa reached up and removed the cover from her face, revealing her true appearance.
A cascade of black, silky hair fell like a waterfall, and her autumnal eyes resembled two brightest stars in the night sky. Her petite nose was slightly raised, her lips rosy, and the perfect contours of her face sketched out a beauty that could topple nations.
On that exquisitely crafted countenance, it was nearly impossible to find even the slightest imperfection; everything about her was flawless.
Yet, upon seeing Vanessa’s peerless beauty, Wyatt’s expression turned as if he had seen a ghost. He stood frozen, dumbfounded, saying, "You... You..."
Vanessa noticed the astonished look on Wyatt’s face, and a fleeting gleam of realization flickered deep within her autumnal eyes.
It seed everything was just as she had suspected.
He was indeed closely connected to the person she had been searching for, so much so that an unmistakably dense aura belonging to that individual surrounded him.
At this mont, no one could grasp Wyatt’s feelings.
Wyatt’s emotions surged uncontrollably; he couldn’t calm himself. As he looked at Vanessa, his gaze, at tis filled with astonishnt, at tis filled with longing, at tis filled with tenderness, grew increasingly complex.
And the reason Wyatt felt this way was because Vanessa’s face wasn’t unfamiliar to him.
Indeed, the face he rembered—so similar to the one before him—had rely had a touch of youthful innocence.
Yes, the peerless beauty standing in front of Wyatt now, Vanessa, was the spitting image of Wyatt’s fiancée, Keer.
Every feature, every detail matched perfectly without any difference.
However, despite the uncanny resemblance, Wyatt never considered the possibility that Vanessa might actually be Keer.
For the aura emanating from Vanessa was entirely distinct from Keer’s.
Keer’s aura was gentle and as warm as jade, while Vanessa carried a faint chill, an unapproachable deanor that pushed others away.
At this mont, Wyatt briefly entertained the notion that Keer and the woman before him might be twin sisters.
But just as quickly, he dismissed the idea.
Because such a thing was almost impossible!
Vanessa was an assassin from the Shadow Mountain Black Market and a Saint Realm expert.
Keer, however, hailed from the mundane region of the Human Land, having journeyed with Wyatt from Clearwind Town. There was absolutely no way she could be connected to Vanessa.
Moreover, when Wyatt first t Keer, she was preparing to sell herself to bury her mother.
Keer had never ntioned to Wyatt that her mother wasn’t her biological mother.
"Speak plainly. What exactly do you want?"
Suppressing the myriad doubts in his heart, Wyatt asked grimly.
The Vanessa standing before him was from the Shadow Mountain Black Market, yet her words seed to imply not only would she spare him, but she would also ensure the kill order against him was rescinded.
This made Wyatt sense that sothing was amiss.
Logically, he had no connection to her at all—there was no reason for her to act this way.
If sothing out of the ordinary happens, there’s bound to be a hidden reason!
That was sothing Wyatt firmly believed.
"What? A grown man like you, afraid of a little woman like ?"
A perfect curve ford on Vanessa’s lips as she smiled faintly and asked.
Vanessa’s beauty, paired with her devilish figure, would stir the desire of any man. But Wyatt, instead of feeling desire, was filled with alarm.
"I don’t believe you would abandon the thoughts of killing
without reason, let alone plan on having the Shadow Mountain Black Market revoke the assignnt."
Wyatt stated.
"Without reason? Naturally, that’s impossible!"
Vanessa replied flatly, "Before eting you, anyone marked by , Vanessa, never escaped alive... You are the first."
"Should I feel honored then?"
Wyatt smiled self-deprecatingly before asking, "Tell , what reason has compelled you not only to spare
but to help ?"
"Reason? If I said it’s simply because I find you pleasing to the eye, would you believe it?"
Vanessa chuckled.
Her words sent a shiver of unease through Wyatt’s heart.
Who knew if the young-looking woman before him wasn’t actually so ancient hag who had lived for centuries? Perhaps her age surpassed his grandmother’s grandmother.
If Vanessa knew what Wyatt was thinking, she’d have slapped him to death on the spot!
"I believe we’ll et again."
After taking a long, deep look at Wyatt, and just as he was about to respond, Vanessa abruptly vanished—disappearing entirely from Wyatt’s view.
"Who exactly is she?"
Deep confusion bubbled in Wyatt’s heart.
"A Shadow Mountain Black Market assassin, soone who looks exactly like Keer, originally here to kill , yet suddenly changed her mind and plans to help
by revoking the kill order..."
Wyatt’s thoughts were starting to clear.
He was not foolish enough to believe she spared him simply because she found him pleasing to the eye.
Being a Shadow Mountain Black Market assassin ant being cold-blooded, incapable of refraining for such a ridiculous reason.
"The only reason I can imagine is Keer! But even if she does have so connection to Keer, how would she know what Keer and I an to each other? Could it be she’s been secretly following us all along?"
"If she’s been hiding in the shadows, wouldn’t that an she was guarding Keer? Then why follow ? And even if she was following , why reveal herself to
now?"
Thinking about it from various angles, Wyatt still couldn’t make sense of it.
"I’ll just have to ask Keer when I return... But Keer has told
everything about herself before, and she never ntioned having any living relatives."
Unable to unravel the mystery, Wyatt shifted his focus back to the ’Hunting Assessnt.’
As ti passed, the Hunting Assessnt ca to an end.
Wyatt, of course, secured the position of ’First Place.’
"How could Wyatt’s points be so high! He’s scored ten tis more than the second place... Even if he killed every Savage Beast he encountered, his score couldn’t be this high, right?"
While many Inner Sect disciples didn’t dispute Wyatt’s first-place finish in the Hunting Assessnt—they had long heard of his monstrous talent—the sheer magnitude of his score sparked skepticism among them, leaving them doubtful of its legitimacy.
Despite their doubt, Wyatt faced the crowd with a calm expression, unfazed.
"Wyatt’s score is so high because he killed a late-stage Saint Realm Savage Beast, the ’Raging Giant Ape’!"
Suddenly, one of the Inner Sect elders, who had been watching Wyatt with a complex expression, couldn’t help but explain upon hearing the muttering of the Inner Sect disciples.
Upon hearing this, yet another Inner Sect elder sighed in resignation, evidently aware of the truth.
Trevor Baillie remained composed as if unsurprised.
The Vice Sect Leader of Moon Radiance Sect, Willy Chapman, cast a complicated gaze at Wyatt, his expression flickering unpredictably, leaving his thoughts enigmatic.
"The Raging Giant Ape?"
The words of the Inner Sect elder stunned the group of Inner Sect disciples, leaving them entirely flabbergasted.
The Raging Giant Ape wasn’t unfamiliar to them.
It was a renowned late-stage Saint Realm Savage Beast known for its absolute savagery—far surpassing others at the sa level. Within the ranks of late-stage Saint Realm Savage Beasts, it bore the infamous title of the ’Slayer.’
Yet such a beast had been slain by Wyatt?
Swish! Swish! Swish!
...
In an instant, the disciples’ gazes uniformly fixated on Wyatt.
Shock, disbelief, suspicion, and amazent colored their faces.
Regardless of their emotions, Wyatt had beco the center of attention.
"Because the Raging Giant Ape was killed after going berserk, the score for defeating it doubled... And it’s because of this that Wyatt’s score was so far ahead of yours! The score for a late-stage Saint Realm Savage Beast—once doubled—shouldn’t require
to spell out the difference,"
another Inner Sect elder explained.
This understanding put the group of disciples at ease despite lingering complexities in their emotions, as no further objections arose.
Thus, Moon Radiance Sect’s annual Hunting Assessnt concluded, with Wyatt successfully claiming the coveted title of ’First Place’ and earning the right to enter the Sect Warehouse.
The Sect Warehouse, while mostly filled with dust-covered items unremarkable to the ordinary eye, still contained a number of treasures.
Of course, a majority comprised re scraps and trash!
Even so, Wyatt harbored great anticipation for the Sect Warehouse, firmly believing he might uncover sothing extraordinary.
Returning to Moon Radiance Sect, the group of Inner Sect disciples cast Wyatt complex glances along the way.
Each of them—whether they had entered the sect five years ago or longer—no one could compare to Wyatt, who had only joined Moon Radiance Sect this year. This disparity made their hearts undeniably uneasy.
"Uncle, I hope you truly abandon any thoughts of opposing him... Otherwise, you’d only be digging your own grave!"
Center Montes also directed his gaze toward Wyatt, more complex than that of any other Inner Sect disciple.
From the beginning, Center watched Wyatt’s teoric rise—a speed of progress so astonishing it left him trailing far behind.
Among them, Trevor Baillie and Willy Chapman, as well as the upper echelons of Moon Radiance Sect, remained unaware.
Trailing not far behind them, a slender shadow quietly followed. It belonged to a graceful woman.
On the woman’s shoulder perched a small purple bird, fast asleep.
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