Chapter 2018: Chapter 2018: Overpowering Emma Wenston
"Looking for death!"
Faced with Wyatt Barnes’ repeated provocations, Emma Wenston finally could not hold back anymore. The ’Saint Origin’ she had been readying burst forth the mont she decided to act, causing the void to tremble.
The strength of a ’Saint Immortal of the Second Transformation’ was, at this mont, fully displayed on Emma Wenston!
"Minor Devouring Technique!"
Almost simultaneously as the Saint Origin within Emma surged out, Wyatt Barnes also employed an auxiliary Divine Ability. The Solar Holy Power he had prepared twisted into a raging vortex.
In the blink of an eye, all the surrounding Spiritual Energy was entirely devoured by the vortex.
"Wings of the Golden Crow!"
When the Solar Holy Power within him was enhanced to the extre by the Minor Devouring Technique, Wyatt Barnes did not hesitate, imdiately employing the movent divine ability.
A pair of wings enveloped in blazing flas appeared behind Wyatt Barnes like a flash of lightning.
With the speed of thunder and lightning, the wings fiercely flapped.
Instantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
...
Accompanied by deafening sonic booms, Wyatt Barnes swiftly retreated.
And almost the instant Wyatt withdrew, Emma Wenston, wielding a ’Hundred Pattern Saint Sword’, charged up, her target locked on Wyatt.
Whizz!
With one pointed thrust of the sword, rings of ripples appeared in the void where the sword passed, completely ignoring air resistance. The sword’s speed exceeded Wyatt Barnes’ backward retreat.
In the eyes of most Holy Land disciples, Wyatt Barnes and Emma Wenston seed to transform into afterimages.
However, even so, they could still discern that Emma Wenston’s speed was faster than Wyatt Barnes’.
"As expected, Emma Wenston’s strength is indeed superior!"
And at this mont, many Holy Land disciples thought to themselves.
"With such limited strength, do you dare issue a ’life and death duel’ against ?"
Seeing that she was about to catch up with Wyatt Barnes, Emma Wenston couldn’t help but sneer in contempt, her tone full of disdain.
"With such limited strength, yet you still dare not accept the challenge?"
Hearing Emma Wenston’s words, Wyatt Barnes imdiately retorted, his tone even more scornful.
"You seek death!"
Wyatt Barnes’ words were undoubtedly like adding fuel to the fire, causing Emma Wenston to beco furious, her ’Hundred Pattern Saint Sword’ moving even faster.
"It’s ti to end this."
And just as Emma Wenston’s Hundred Pattern Saint Sword accelerated and was about to touch Wyatt Barnes, Wyatt’s heart stirred. His eyes squinted, yet his body continued retreating.
Whizz!!
A sword-whistling sound like a phoenix’s cry unexpectedly resounded in the void.
To those present, they only heard the sword-whistling sound but did not see the sword causing it.
And almost the mont the sword-whistling resounded, Wyatt Barnes stopped retreating, standing motionless.
"Ah—"
The mont Wyatt Barnes halted, a scream echoed, startling those present back to their senses.
Clang!
As everyone regained their senses, a sound of tal falling to the ground drew their attention.
"Is that... Emma Wenston’s ’Hundred Pattern Saint Sword’?"
anwhile, many Holy Land disciples recognized the sword that had fallen to the ground as the very ’Hundred Pattern Saint Sword’ Emma Wenston had previously wielded to charge at Wyatt Barnes.
Drip! Drip!
...
As the crowd was still astounded by Emma Wenston’s dropping her sword, they noticed blood dripped on the ground beside the Hundred Pattern Saint Sword, creating dazzling ’red roses’ on the ground.
Seeing this, the crowd’s gaze moved upward and directly t Emma Wenston, who stood in mid-air.
Emma stood there, her face pale as paper, her eyes flickering with a lingering fear.
At this mont, Emma seed to have forgotten to stop the bleeding.
Emma’s arm, which had previously wielded the sword, was now exposed, her Holy Land garb slashed open and soaked in blood, clearly indicating she had suffered a significant injury; otherwise, the blood wouldn’t flow so unceasingly.
Half her white robe was entirely dyed red with blood.
Currently, as Emma staunched the bleeding, her gaze was fixed intently on Wyatt Barnes.
In her mind, only one thought remained:
Fortunately, I didn’t accept his ’life and death duel’!
That sword strike, which appeared and vanished like a fleeting flower, was unfathomable, catching her off guard even though she was fully focused.
That sword’s speed was terrifyingly fast!
And it was precisely that strike that easily knocked the Hundred Pattern Saint Sword from her hand, grazing her right arm and leaving a deep wound.
"Had this been a ’life and death duel’... just that single strike would have ended my life!"
About this, Emma had absolutely no doubt.
That sword was simply too fast, beyond her ability to even glimpse a shadow of it.
That sword was sothing she could not contend with.
At least, not in her current state.
It was precisely because of this that Emma Wenston was relieved that she did not accept Wyatt Barnes’ ’life-and-death duel’ proposal!
If it had been a life-and-death duel just now, Wyatt Barnes’ sword would not have rely grazed her arm, inflicting only a superficial wound... but would have slashed her throat or pierced her forehead or heart!
Even now, thinking back to that sword strike, Emma was still drenched in a cold sweat, and her gaze towards Wyatt was filled with fear and gratitude.
"What? Relieved that you didn’t accept my ’life-and-death duel’ proposal?"
Noticing Emma’s gaze, Wyatt couldn’t help but give a cold smile.
Had it been before seeing that sword strike from Wyatt, hearing Wyatt’s words would surely have made Emma furious, compelling her to retaliate.
But now, she tightly closed her mouth and dared not utter a word.
However, in the depths of her eyes, the flas of hatred still burned fiercely, though temporarily restrained.
Even though she knew she was no match for Wyatt Barnes, the ’hatred’ towards Wyatt remained. The humiliation she suffered from Wyatt in the Heritage Hall was sothing she could never forget in her life!
Endure!
Now, she must endure, and can only endure!
Whoosh!
In full view of everyone, Wyatt’s figure flashed and appeared in front of Emma once again.
Emma’s face changed drastically, yet she dared not move recklessly.
Who knows if she moves, Wyatt might further harm or torture her... In the Fire Worship Sect, as long as you don’t kill or cripple a fellow sect mber, it doesn’t violate the sect rules.
"Earlier, you seed to say you wanted to tornt
slowly?"
Wyatt looked at Emma and asked in a calm tone, as if discussing sothing trivial.
Upon hearing this, Emma’s face changed, but she did not respond.
Slap!!
A crisp and loud slap sound suddenly rang out, as Wyatt, seeing that Emma was ignoring him, raised a hand and slapped her, leaving a palm print on the other side of Emma’s face.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
...
Watching this scene, a group of Holy Land disciples couldn’t help but gasp, never expecting Wyatt to be so fierce, slapping Emma once again.
After being slapped again, Emma felt dizzy and disoriented.
When she regained her senses, her eyes shot out a chillingly cold light of hatred, staring at Wyatt with a cold gaze.
If looks could kill, Wyatt would have been killed many tis over by Emma.
"What? Still unconvinced?"
Emma’s gaze made Wyatt very displeased, and thinking of his wife and daughter who were imprisoned due to Emma violating the rules of the Enforcent Hall, he felt an instant surge of anger.
Slap!!
Before Emma could respond to Wyatt’s words, he slapped her again.
"Wyatt Barnes... You’ll regret this! I promise... you will regret this!!"
In front of nearly a thousand spectators in the central plaza, after being repeatedly slapped twice by Wyatt, Emma felt she had suffered the greatest humiliation on earth, unable to hold back, growling out in a low voice.
"Regret? Why would I regret?"
Wyatt sneered, raising his hand again, giving Emma another slap that sent her head snapping to the side.
This ti, Emma learned her lesson, not turning back, nor looking at Wyatt.
However, if you looked closely, it was evident that:
Emma’s eyes, filled with endless hatred, seed ready to pop out at any mont, her body stiff and trembling violently.
At this mont, Emma’s heart was filled with raging flas of hatred, yet she forcibly endured.
Because she didn’t want to get slapped again...
"Get lost!!"
Seeing Emma surrender, Wyatt felt a burst of boredom, coldly shouted, and was about to leave.
Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Emma, enduring the humiliation, silently stepped aside under the gaze of everyone.
"The True Inheritance List’s ninth place is nothing special!"
Before leaving, Wyatt gave Emma a cold glance, full of disdain.
Imdiately, Emma’s body stiffened again.
It wasn’t until Wyatt left that Emma picked up her ’Hundred Inscription Saint Sword’ and hurriedly left under everyone’s watchful eyes.
Having lost such face here, she didn’t want to stay a mont longer.
"Wyatt Barnes, I won’t let you go... I won’t let you go! I, Emma Wenston, swear that if Wyatt Barnes doesn’t die, I will not be human! Not be human!!"
While leaving, Emma’s heart roared continuously, and the flas of hatred surged to the extre.
After Wyatt and Emma left one after the other, a group of Holy Land disciples finally ca back to their senses, looking at each other, seeing astonishnt and disbelief in each other’s eyes.
"Wyatt Barnes’ strength is actually that strong?"
"Terrifying! With just one move, he knocked Emma’s Hundred Inscription Saint Sword away and injured her!"
"That sword, if aid at Emma’s vital points instead of her shoulder... Emma would be dead without a doubt!"
...
All the Holy Land disciples were amazed by Wyatt Barnes’ strength.
"Wyatt Barnes is truly ruthless, repeatedly humiliating Emma... Doesn’t he know who Emma’s ’master’ and ’senior brother’ are?"
So Holy Land disciples also said.
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