Legend of Wyatt Nove Chapter 673: The First Stage Concludes

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: The First Stage Concludes

"Finally, it’s ti."

A young man stood up from his seat in the dium section of the audience, flew towards the stage, rubbing his fists in excitent, and said with an eager face.

He’d clearly been waiting a long ti for this mont.

Wyatt Barnes looked at the young man.

He sowhat recognized him—a warrior of the ’Sixth-Order Enter Void Realm.’ He had bad luck previously and lost to another Sixth-Order Enter Void Realm warrior.

Soon, this young man chose an opponent.

His opponent was only at ’Fifth-Order Enter Void Realm.’

When he showcased his ’Sixth-Order Void Realm’ cultivation, along with his ’Sixth-Realm Spirit’ and ’Fifth-Grade Spirit Weapon,’ his opponent admitted defeat imdiately.

And he swiftly advanced.

"It’s my turn!"

With soone leading the way, the other young talents who felt they had previously been unlucky also flew up one by one, beginning their challenges.

There were successful challenges and failures.

Even the losers didn’t get disheartened, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they had fought for it and had no regrets.

As ti passed, almost all ’Fifth-Order Void Realm’ among the thirty advancing talents were eliminated through the challenges.

For a mont, all that was left were young talents of ’Sixth-Order Enter Void Realm’, excluding those at ’Seventh-Order Enter Void Realm’ and above.

Including Wyatt Barnes, Walter Simmons, and Kase Dragonsmith, nearly ten ’Seventh-Order Enter Void Realm’ youth talents were left unchallenged from the beginning to the end.

Instead, other Sixth-Order Enter Void Realm youth talents were occasionally replaced.

Ti quietly passed.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the sunset began to appear on the horizon, and evening gradually approached.

At this mont, no one was initiating a challenge anymore.

"One quarter of an hour later... If there are no more challenges, today’s ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ will be concluded!"

The youth in the white robe standing above the battlefield slowly spoke, his voice clearly transmitting in every direction.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed and no one initiated a challenge.

"Today’s ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ is now concluded... The thirty advancing talents will still gather here tomorrow. At that ti, you will compete against the young warriors of various forces of the Great Turdo Dynasty in the second stage of the ’Dynastic Martial Competition’."

After the youth in white finished speaking, he imdiately flew away.

And the audience in the battlefield also gradually dispersed.

"Today was just a warm-up... Tomorrow will be the most exciting! At that ti, these thirty carefully selected talents from various empires will compete against the most outstanding group of young warriors in our Great Turdo Dynasty, sothing to look forward to!"

The audience at the lower stands gradually left. However, similar sounds of excitent could be heard here and there.

"I have to co early tomorrow to grab a good seat! Speaking of which, I was lucky today, I placed my bets on these few Seventh Order youth talents. Although the odds were not high, I still won a lot of money."

"You want to get a good seat tomorrow? What a joke! I’ve decided... I’ll wait until most of the people leave, then I’ll grab a seat and won’t leave... I’ll spend the night here!"

"This plan is great; why didn’t I think of it earlier?"

...

Soon, many of the audience on the lower stands paused, their eyes glued to the pri seats, much like a starving wolf eyeing its prey.

The thirty young talents quietly stood in the air over the field.

Whistle! Whistle! Whistle! ...

At this ti, a series of piercing noises could be heard.

Imdiately after, silhouettes could be seen flying into the air, standing over the field.

These were the people who had traveled to the competition together with the thirty young talents.

Now, each of these people’s faces was filled with excitent.

The representatives and young talents from the Empires who had not advanced, however, shafacedly left.

"Wyatt Barnes, Walter Simmons, Kase Dragonsmith... Congratulations!"

Prince Yakim, together with his fellow compatriots, stood not far from the three, smiling.

An Empire, advancing three persons.

Only the Blackstone Empire achieved this.

This ti, the Blackstone Empire was in the spotlight!

Moreover, just now, the person in charge of the field personally ca to find Prince Yakim, saying that due to the Blackstone Empire’s performance, the Imperial Family of the Great Turdo Dynasty would grant the Blackstone Empire generous rewards.

Wyatt Barnes and Walter Simmons smiled back.

As for Kase Dragonsmith, he remained calm from the beginning to the end, neither overjoyed nor unhappy.

"Hmm?"

However, at the mont, Wyatt Barnes clearly saw that Kase was stealing looks at him, clearly harboring a deep sense of rivalry in his eyes.

It was obvious that Kase still intended to crush him beneath his feet and recover his lost dignity.

"Brother Barnes!"

Suddenly, a voice condensed by the Origin Force reached Wyatt Barnes’s ear.

He recognized it; it was Winnie Roro’s voice.

Imdiately after, Wyatt Barnes greeted Prince Yakim and Walter Simmons, then, under the complicated gaze of the people from the Blackstone Empire, once again took off and landed in the ’top-tier audience seats,’ standing beside the three mbers of the Roro Clan.

"Winnie."

Wyatt Barnes looked at Winnie Roro and laughed, "How much did we make?"

He had an inkling why Winnie had called him over, and it had to do with the betting involving the low-grade origin stone.

Winnie wore a bitter smile and said, "Your odds were low... I placed all of my low-grade origin stones on you during both the third and fourth rounds of selection, but in the end, I only won three hundred low-grade origin stones."

Three hundred low-grade origin stones?

Wyatt Barnes was stunned. He asked, sowhat flabbergasted, "That’s it?"

Although he guessed his odds wouldn’t be high, he never thought they’d be this low...

That was really unbelievable, right?

He rely wanted to earn so origin stones.

He wasn’t greedy. Doubling his earnings and then receiving another five thousand low-grade origin stones would have been enough.

Was his little wish that difficult to fulfill?

"Brother Barnes, you’re too anxious... Today’s ’Dynasty Martial Competition’ is, frankly speaking, not the real ’Dynasty Martial Competition’. It’s rely a competition between the young talents of various empires.