Legend of Wyatt Nove Chapter 676: I Miss Him

Chapter 676: Chapter 676: I Miss Him

Less than an hour passed, and the ’Purple Copper Alchemy Fla’ in Wyatt Barnes’ hand suddenly extinguished.

Whoosh!

A delicate red whip slowly fell into his hands. It shimred with a red luster that was extrely resplendent.

"Winnie."

Wyatt Barnes passed the long whip to Winnie Roro with a smile, "Give it a try."

"Thank you, Brother Barnes!"

With uncontainable excitent on her pretty face, Winnie received the long whip from Wyatt as if it were a priceless treasure. She took a deep breath, and the Origin Force in her hand went berserk, fusing into the whip.

Instantly, the red whip seed to be imbued with spirit, fluttering like a red python when she flicked it lightly.

Swish!

Winnie flicked the whip and it lashed out instantly, with an imposing montum like a snake darting out of its hole.

At the sa ti, in the void, first appeared the shadows of ten ancient Horned Dragons, followed by the shadows of seven more...

The seventeen shadows of ancient Horned Dragons intertwined into a vivid and vibrant display.

"An... another ’seventy percent’ enhancent?"

Winnie, who had put away the Spiritual Whip, looked up at the gradually dispersing shadows of the seventeen ancient Horned Dragons in the void above her head, lost in a trance.

"This..."

On the other hand, Taoi Roro, Elder Kane, and Mrs. Adams, who were standing nearby, were also stunned.

The scene before them was completely beyond their expectations.

It wasn’t because they were astonished to witness Wyatt Barnes forging a ’third-grade spiritual weapon’. It wasn’t their main source of surprise.

Ever since Wyatt had produced the ’Purple Copper Alchemy Fla,’ they knew he was indeed a ’third-grade Artifact Refiner’, and it wouldn’t be difficult for such a refiner to create a ’third-grade spiritual weapon’.

What astounded them now was the ’enhancent power of the Spiritual Whip in Winnie’s hand.

They had previously seen the ’seventy percent’ enhancent power of Wyatt’s sword, but they had rely assud it was due to his good luck that he was able to create such an exceptional grade among all third-grade spiritual weapons.

Who would have expected that Wyatt Barnes would be able to forge another third-grade spiritual weapon with a ’seventy percent’ enhancent this ti?

They were utterly flabbergasted.

Could this be luck too?

For a while, not only Taoi Roro and the others but even Winnie, everyone was shocked by the ’enhancent power’ of the Spiritual Whip in her hand.

To them, this might be luck.

Soon, their gazes fell on Wyatt Barnes again.

Now, Wyatt had already started forging the second ’third-grade spiritual weapon’. This weapon was for Taoi Roro whose weapon of choice is a ’sword’.

As for ’swords,’ Wyatt was more than familiar. Hence, the speed of forging was even faster compared to when he was creating the Spiritual Whip in Winnie’s hand.

In just two hours, Wyatt succeeded in creating an entirely new ’third-grade spirit sword.’

"So fast!"

The speed of Wyatt’s weapon forging made Elder Kane, who had once witnessed a fourth-grade Artifact Refiner forging a ’fourth-grade spiritual weapon,’ gasp for breath.

If he rembered correctly.

Even the most well-known ’fourth-grade refiners’ in the Great Turdo Dynasty he knew took at least ten hours to forge a ’fourth-grade spiritual weapon’ at the fastest.

But when it ca to Wyatt, he was able to successfully create a higher-grade ’third-grade spiritual weapon’ in just two hours.

"Hmph! Those guys, they’ve bragged in front of

before... if they knew that Brother Barnes could forge a ’third grade spiritual weapon’ in just two hours, I’d like to see who would still dare to brag!"

Elder Kane grunted and muttered to himself.

"Uncle Roro."

As Wyatt raised his hand, the green sword in his hand was sent humming out, suspended in front of Taoi Roro by his Origin Force.

Taoi Roro nodded slightly, and the sword in front of him soon appeared in front of Winnie Roro.

"Dad?"

Winnie was taken aback.

"Try it."

Taoi Roro told Winnie.

Upon hearing this, Winnie took a deep breath. She carefully stored the ’third-grade Spiritual Whip’ in her Storage Ring as if it were a priceless treasure, and finally held the newly forged ’third-grade spirit sword’ by Wyatt Barnes.

The body of the third-grade spirit sword was cyan, and vague cyan light shimred around it. Coupled with its sharp blade, it gave one a feeling of invincibility.

Whoosh!

The Origin Force in Winnie’s hand surged and flowed into the third-grade spirit sword.

Right after that...

Whoosh!

Above Winnie’s head, the power of heaven and earth began to surge. Shadows of ten ancient Horned Dragons instantly ford, showing their teeth and claws as they ca wriggling down.

And next to the shadows of ten ancient Horned Dragons, the shadows of several other ancient Horned Dragons took shape at a swift pace...

anwhile...

Taoi Roro, Elder Kane, and Mrs. Adams all held their breath simultaneously, watching the slowly forming shadows of the several other ancient Horned Dragons with grave expressions.

Soon, seven more shadows of the ancient Horned Dragons appeared again before their eyes.

"Another ’seventy percent’ enhancent!"

Elder Kane’s mouth twitched, and his expression turned a bit silly.

Mrs. Adams was dumbfounded.

As for Taoi Roro, an audacious conjecture surfaced in his mind.

Which is.

All the ’third-grade spiritual weapons’ created by Wyatt Barnes should be the best among the best ...

If it happens once or twice, it could be attributed to luck, but the third ti the sa thing occurs, it’s less likely to be just luck!

Sure enough...

As Wyatt Barnes continued his work, the last two third-grade spiritual tools were crafted, exhibiting the sa ’seventy percent’ enhancent ability.

By this ti, Taoi Roro was completely certain of his previous guess.

Any ’third-grade spiritual tool’ that is created by Wyatt is bound to possess a ’seventy percent’ enhancent ability.

Now, not only did Taoi Roro confirm it, but Winnie Roro, Elder Kane, and Mrs. Adams also validated it.

At that mont, the looks they gazed at Wyatt with resembled those given a monster.

Such a young ’third-grade Artifact Refiner’ was already enough to leave one stupefied.

Yet, Wyatt proved to be even more shocking. Not only was he a third-grade Artifact Refiner, but he could effortlessly craft third-grade spiritual tools that had a boost of ’seventy percent’.

Although they knew nothing about refiners above the third grade.

They could imagine that creating a ’third-grade spiritual tool’ with ’seventy percent’ enhancent would certainly be anything but simple for an average third-grade refiner.

"I didn’t realize it’s already almost dawn... I need to rest for a bit."

Wyatt glanced at the fourso, who were looking at him with bright eyes, stretched lazily, and then made his exit.

In an instant, only the four were left looking at each other.

"Monster!"

In the end, save for Winnie, Taoi Roro, Elder Kane, and Mrs. Adams practically said in unison.

"Winnie, you should go and rest for a while too... it will soon be dawn. The ’second stage’ of the Dynasty’s martial competition will begin shortly."

Taoi Roro said to Winnie.

"Okay."

Winnie accepted and left, her charming face showing no signs of fatigue. Her eyes were full of vigor, and she didn’t look like soone who had stayed up all night.

In fact, for a martial artist at Winnie’s level, even several days of lack of sleep wouldn’t have much of an effect.

"It seems... we’ve underestimated Brother Barnes."

Elder Kane kept looking at the fifth-grade spiritual tool in his hand, then after a long while, he let out a deep sigh.

"He must be the man destined for Miss!"

Mrs. Adams said with certainty.

"Indeed, we have underestimated him."

Taoi Roro lightly nodded, looking at the third-grade spirit sword repeatedly in his hand. At so point, a faint smile had appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Instead of sleeping after returning to his room, Wyatt said,

"I didn’t expect that after crafting spiritual tools the entire night, I wouldn’t feel tired at all... It seems my mory has completely rged with the mories of the Reincarnated Martial Emperor."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wyatt murmured to himself.

Having his mory fully rged with the Reincarnated Martial Emperor’s ant that Wyatt officially inherited everything of the Reincarnated Martial Emperor, including experiences and thods in certain aspects.

Take tonight’s ’artifact crafting’ as an example.

If it was before, Wyatt would be worn out from crafting a number of spirit tools in succession.

But now, he didn’t feel the slightest fatigue.

"While I was crafting the ’third-grade spiritual tools’ today, it was as easy as flipping my hand. It felt as if the ’crafting thods’ I used and the ’crafting experience’ I understood were innate."

Wyatt spread his hands, staring at them.

"There are still a few hours before dawn... I could take a brief nap."

With a sudden change of thought, Wyatt lied down on the bed, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamt a long dream.

In his dream, he reunited with his two beautiful fiancées, living a peaceful and tranquil life, with no strife, no stress...

Living in seclusion on the mountains, the man plowing and the woman weaving, living carefree.

Soon, both Keer and Jovie beca pregnant.

Just as Wyatt was about to beco a father, he felt sothing, jolted awake.

"Brother Barnes, we need to leave."

An alluring voice echoed from outside the room.

Wyatt recognize it as Winnie’s voice.

A bitter smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, "I was just about to experience the joy of being a dad... Winnie’s call shattered that dream."

While changing his clothes after washing, the images of two beautiful figures kept flashing in Wyatt’s mind.

They were his two fiancées:

Keer and Jovie.

"Keer, Jovie... how are you both doing now?"

Wyatt mumbled to himself.

Outside the territory.

Atop a majestic, precipitous mountain which was covered in white snow year-round, the entire mountain seed to be draped in a silver layer.

Suddenly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two swift, graceful figures rose into the sky side by side. In a split second, they were outside the snowy mountain, hanging in mid-air.

They were two won in white robes, both of stunning beauty.

The two won were equally outstanding in appearance but completely different types, each with their unique style.

"Sister Jovie."

Suddenly, one of the won in white, looking in the southern direction, muttered: "What do you think... the Young Master is doing now?"

Her words were filled with longing.

"I... I don’t know."

The other woman in white gently shook her head, her cold eyes seeming to lt like ice and snow, glowing with deep warmth, "But... I miss him."