Legend of Wyatt Nove Chapter 709: Secret Method?

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Secret thod?

Bang!

Marshall Tyler disappeared from where he was standing, showing up behind Hal Buckingham, and swung his fist.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The two old n responsible for presiding over the ’Dynasty Martial Competition’, although rushed towards Marshall Tyler in ti, their speed was noticeably too slow to prevent Marshall Tyler’s attack.

"Stop!"

Just as the Great Turdo Dynasty’s Emperor and the old man in black beside him turned pale and prepared to act.

Whoosh!

The fleeting sound of a sword echoed instantly throughout the entire combat arena.

For a mont, the two of them stopped their actions. They seed to be aware of what had happened, they both heaved a sigh of relief as if a huge burden lifted off their shoulders.

In the next mont, everyone saw that Marshall Tyler, who was swinging his fists towards Hal Buckingham, was blasted away as the epheral sound of the sword echoed. He vomited several mouthfuls of coagulated blood before his figure could barely stabilize.

Above Marshall Tyler’s head in the void, coinciding with his swing, the shadow of the horned dragon, which had not had ti to fully form, was completely strangled in its cradle.

"Thank you, Mr. Taoi Roro, for saving my life!"

Hal Buckingham, who had survived the calamity, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, looking towards Taoi Roro in the exclusive high-ranking seat of the Roro Clan, and gave him his thanks.

Although, that fleeting sword cry and the brilliance of the Origin Force made it difficult for anyone to capture, he could still guess that the person who made the move was undoubtedly Taoi Roro.

The reason is that in that mont of life and death, among the strong fighters present, only Taoi Roro had the strength to save him.

Moreover, Taoi Roro himself is an extrely powerful sword cultivator.

"Thank you, Brother Roro, for your help."

At this ti, the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty also thanked Taoi Roro.

"Hmm."

Taoi Roro nodded slightly, his face was as calm as tranquil clouds and gentle breeze, as if he had done sothing insignificant.

However, his gaze was now fixed on Marshall Tyler in the distance, his brows slightly frowning.

In that mont just now, he had a feeling:

For that split second, the power contained in Marshall Tyler’s fist was definitely sothing only a martial artist of the ’Cave Void Realm Fourth Level’ could possess.

When Marshall Tyler swung his fist, he did not use any "spiritual weapons" or "realms