Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Half an Hour
Buzz!
Tim Watson, the Second Elder of the Watson Family, had already begun shaping the sword embryo in his hand into the semblance of a sword...
Half an hour had passed since he had created the sword embryo.
Just when the crowd watching thought Wyatt Barnes was going to give up, Wyatt finally made his move.
Whoosh!
An 8th-grade origin fla sparkled into life in Wyatt’s hand, catching many people by delight.
Even though they had heard rumors that Wyatt was an 8th-grade Artifact Refiner, actually watching Wyatt summon an ’8th-grade origin fla’ sent a shiver down many spines.
To be under twenty years old, and capable of conjuring an 8th-grade origin fla...
This was simply monstrous!
"This young man is beginning his refining process too."
Quickly, the attention of the crowd fell upon Wyatt.
Seeing Wyatt’s refining thod left the crowd with shock painted across their faces.
"What..."
"He’s far too fast, I can’t even track his movents!"
"I thought Second Elder Watson moved fast, but this young man is even faster!"
"This young man’s maneuvers are even more skilled than Second Elder Watson’s!"
"However, speed doesn’t necessarily an high quality artifact. As the saying goes, good things co to those who wait."
...
Wyatt’s speed at preparing the 8th grade spirit sword was lightning fast.
His mysteriously exquisite refining thods seed effortless in his hands. His speed far surpassed that of Tim Watson, the Second Elder of the Watson Family.
Twenty minutes later, Wyatt had fused all the materials together and ford the ’sword embryo’!
"God, Second Elder Watson took two hours to complete his task, but he only took twenty minutes."
"Freak! Absolute freak!"
"Can the spiritual artifact he refined at this speed really compare to the one that Second Elder Watson refined?"
"This might be far-fetched."
...
The observers, staring wide-eyed at the ’sword embryo’ suspended over Wyatt’s origin fla, were agape.
Another ten minutes passed.
The sword was complete!
Both Wyatt Barnes and Tim Watson stopped at the sa ti, each now holding a sword in their hand.
An 8th-grade spirit sword!
In Wyatt’s hand was a ’jade green’ 8th-grade spirit sword. These refining materials were the ones he purchased for crafting the ’Embroidered Spring Knife.’ There were quite a few left, which ca in handy now.
Tim Watson’s 8th-grade spirit sword was also ’jade green’. Held in his hand, it matched quite well with his green outfit.
Seeing that Wyatt Barnes had also crafted an 8th-grade spirit sword, Tim Watson expressed his surprise.
He had originally assud it would take Wyatt, with his youth, at least three or four hours to make an 8th-grade spirit sword...
He didn’t expect that he’d be able to keep pace with him.
Tim Watson had thrown himself into refining since the competition started and had no clue what was happening outside.
Discussion around him quickly caught his attention and prompted a change in expression.
"Half an hour?"
Tim Watson’s gaze fell on Wyatt. He was just now realizing it had only taken Wyatt half an hour to forge the 8th-grade spirit sword!
While it had taken him three hours.
Wyatt had begun crafting only a half-hour before...
This discovery was sowhat of a blow to him.
It would be impossible for him to craft an ’8th-grade spiritual artifact’ within half an hour. One hour might be possible.
However, an 8th grade spiritual artifact made in an hour would be of low quality and nothing to be proud of.
"No wonder you’re so arrogant, having mastered such a wondrous crafting thod... However, do you truly believe your ’8th-grade spirit sword’, made in half an hour, could compete against my ’8th-grade spirit sword’ crafted with three painstaking hours?"
Tim Watson glanced at Wyatt Barnes, a look of disdain on his face.
He was quite satisfied with the 8th-grade spirit sword in his hand. It could amplify power by ’19%,’ fully showcasing his ability.
"Will it be able to compete against your sword? Why don’t we give it a shot?"
Wyatt’s face was nonchalant. In terms of montum, he was not losing any ground.
"Then I’ll look forward to it...However, before that, I would like to ask you. Why did you challenge
to this life-risking competition in artifact crafting?"
Tim Watson cast a deep look at Wyatt, testing him out.
Before the results ca out, he had to figure out Wyatt’s background. If Wyatt had an influential background, even if he won, he would have to spare Wyatt’s life out of pseudo generosity.
If Wyatt had no background, he was determined to make Wyatt pay the price.
Poking fun at him wouldn’t go unpunished.
"You really want to know?"
As Wyatt saw Tim Watson’s gaze, he naturally understood his intention. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Tim Watson nodded.
"Alright, I will tell you!"
The words from Wyatt sparked interest in Tim Watson. Not just him, even the entire crowd of Watson family watchers was laser-focused on Wyatt.
Wyatt looked at Tim Watson and casually queried, "You should still rember the old man who challenged you to a life-risking artifact crafting competition a year ago, right? He... was my ’grandfather’."
Tim Watson was stunned, then quickly burst into laughter.
The man from a year ago?
"So it turns out that the old fellow who tried to risk his life by challenging
to a weapon-refining duel, was your ’grandfather’."
Tim’s eyes flickered, his heart calming down, judging from this, this young man probably didn’t have any significant background, just inborn talent...
He did know a bit about the man from a year ago.
Just an elder of a minor family from a small city.
It was nothing compared to the Watson family!
The mbers of the Watson family all had bright eyes now.
"William, Elder Watson can help you avenge your grudge."
The clan chief of the Watson Family, ’Samuel Watson’, looked at William Watson with a hint of a smile on his face.
William’s face lit up in surprise, "I told you, he doesn’t have any important background, indeed... The old man who ca and delivered his own death a year ago, was his grandpa. Now, let those grandfather and grandson pair et up on the Netherworld Path!"
Soon, William shifted his eyes to Jovie Lee, who was standing afar.
In his eyes, once this purple-clothed young man was dead, the unrivalled beauty who resembled a fairy, getting her would be as easy as turning his hand.
William’s gaze turned lecherous for a mont.
"Hm?"
Wyatt caughtWilliam’s gaze the first ti and his face grew cold, a cold killing intent filled his eyes.
This William dared to disrespect his Jovie with such a gaze.
In his eyes, William was already a dead man.
"Kid, seems like you’re destined to die today."
Tim Watson was looking at Wyatt like he had already won, and indeed he believed so in his heart.
Though Wyatt’s artifact refining thod was miraculous, in his eyes, how could an artifact refined in just half an hour compete with the one he refined for three hours...
Moreover, in his eyes, this purple-clothed young man was rely the grandson of the man he defeated, nothing significant.
"Second Elder Watson, sotis you shouldn’t speak so early."
Wyatt Barnes smiled lightly, seeming not to take Tim Watson’s words seriously at all.
"What, you actually believe your Eight Grade Spirit Sword that you refined within half an hour could compete with mine? Let
tell you, my Eight-Grade Spirit Sword can amplify one’s power by ’nineteen percent’!"
Tim Watson scoffed, sweeping a disdainful glance at Wyatt. He did not suppress his voice on purpose, it was even concentrated with Origin Force, spreading far and wide.
Instantly, the surrounding crowd stirred into a commotion.
"Nineteen percent? It appears that Elder Watson truly gave his best this ti."
"This young man is truly unfortunate, an Eight-Grade Artifact that can amplify ’nineteen percent’... Within Swallow Mountain, besides Second Elder Watson, there has never been another eighth-grade Artifact Refiner who could achieve this."
"What a sha, a young man with such an extraordinary talent is dood to fall here today."
...
The comnts from the crowd pleased Tim Watson greatly.
The mbers of the Watson Family also wore smiles on their faces.
In their eyes, this reckless purple-clothed young man was dood to lose! Dood to die!
In the luxury lounge room of a brothel.
"An ’Eight-Grade Spirit Sword’ refined in half an hour?"
County magistrate of Swallow Mountain ’Cason Patel’ shook his head. He did not hold a high opinion of this purple-clothed young man.
In the neighboring lounge room.
Inky Simmons’s brows furrowed slightly, "This youngster, why didn’t he refine... Can this Eight-Grade Spirit Sword refined in half an hour really match up to the one that Elder Watson refined?"
Even if Inky Simmons had faith in Wyatt, he couldn’t help but feel a bit shaky now.
After all, refining an Eight-Grade Spirit Artifact in half an hour really was sothing unprecedented.
An artifact refined in such a short ti, its quality was questionable.
However, when he saw the calm deanor on Wyatt’s face, he cald down again, "Maybe, this boy will surprise
again...Otherwise, I might need to reveal his identity to those Watson family mbers."
Inky Simmons believed.
As long as Wyatt’s identity was exposed, even if the Watson family was given a hundred more guts, they would not dare to lay a finger on Wyatt.
At least, they would not dare to harm him openly!
Atop the extravagant building.
"The outco will soon be revealed."
The beautiful woman smiled slightly, filled with confidence towards the purple-clothed young man in the distance.
"Jade, is it really possible for an ’eight-grade spirit sword’ refined in half an hour to surpass the ’nineteen percent’ Eight-Grade Spirit Sword refined by Elder Watson?"
The middle-aged man beside her was sowhat hesitant.
"If you want to know, you’ll find out soon."
The beautiful woman said again.
"Right."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly.
Wyatt’s gaze fell on Tim Watson, "Second Elder Watson, how shall we test the Eight-Grade Spirit Swords we each refined?"
Tim Watson snorted coldly, "We each perform a test. Of course, if you suspect the other party’s judgent, you can find soone else to test it... With so many people around here, you are still afraid that there wouldn’t be anyone to test it, aren’t you?"
"Alright, let’s first test independently."
Wyatt nodded his head, expressing no objection. He casually tossed the Eight-Grade Spirit Sword in his hand towards Tim Watson.
Tim Watson also tossed the Eight-Grade Spirit Sword in his hand towards Wyatt.
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