Legend of Wyatt

Chapter 2157: Friend "Walter Simmons

It’s fortunate that ’Wyatt Barnes’ isn’t here and didn’t witness the moment when the young man drew his sword against the middle-aged man.

Otherwise, he would surely be shocked!

Only because he not only knows these two people but also knows that they are ’mentor and student’.

The young man, exuding demonic energy as if a ’Demon God’ had descended, is named ’Walter Simmons’, a friend he made in this life during his youth.

To this day, Wyatt Barnes still remembers clearly the ’past’ between him and Walter Simmons:

The first time he met Walter was at the ’Genius Camp’ in Iron Blood City of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom when they were just teenagers.

Later, both of them passed the assessment of the Genius Camp and entered the ’Holy Martial Academy’ in the imperial city of Crimson Heaven Kingdom, becoming students there.

It was also at that time that the ’Simmons Clan’ in the imperial city of Crimson Heaven Kingdom wanted to kill him and threatened Walter Simmons with the lives of his dearest to make him comply internally and externally...

However, considering their prior friendship, Walter was unwilling to harm him and in the end, chose not to assist in doing evil.

After leaving behind a letter for him, Walter left the imperial city, effectively ending his own ’promising future’!

At least, that’s how Wyatt Barnes saw it.

From that moment on, he regarded Walter as a ’close friend’!

Later on, he met Walter again at the ’Genius Tournament’ held in the Green Forest Royal Country.

After the ’Genius Tournament’ in the Green Forest Royal Country, he and Walter together obtained the qualification to participate in the Great Turdo Dynasty’s ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ from the Black Stone Empire, and both shone brilliantly in the competition, earning the qualification to participate in the ’Ten Dynasties Martial Meet’.

During this process, their friendship grew ever stronger, unbreakable!

After the ’Ten Dynasties Martial Meet’, many things happened.

First, there was some unpleasantness with the ’Blade and Sword Sect’ where he and Walter were. When he later went to find Walter, he discovered that Walter had already left the ’Blade and Sword Sect’ with his mentor.

From that time on, he never saw Walter again.

And Walter’s mentor, named ’Sword Thirteen’, is precisely the middle-aged man now being hunted by Walter!

Sword Thirteen, once the second strongest in the ’Sword Sect’ of the Blade and Sword Sect, later left with Walter, disillusioned by the sect’s actions toward Wyatt Barnes, wandering the world ever since.

...

As Walter moved his hand holding the sword, a fleeting sword cry sounded.

With a soft sound, Sword Thirteen’s body trembled violently and then froze.

Then, he let out a muffled groan and turned around with difficulty to look at Walter, who was now catching up.

At this moment, a faint blood-red crack appeared on his throat.

The crack spread, eventually forming a hideous and terrifying sword scar.

A fatal sword scar!

"You... you are called Walter Simmons... you are a... human... no... not... a demon..."

As blood spurted from his throat, with his last ounce of strength, Sword Thirteen spoke to Walter, whose expression was stern and eyes were bloodshot.

Before he could finish, he closed his eyes and collapsed.

Strangely:

At the moment of his death, a trace of a comforting smile appeared on his lips, as if he died smiling with satisfaction.

Before today, Sword Thirteen might never have dreamed of:

He, who dominated for half his life, would end up dying at the hands of his own direct disciple ’Walter Simmons’!

Of course, from the expression he showed before he died, it could also be seen:

Before his death, he not only did not blame Walter but instead left this world with a comforting smile.

And his ’comfort’ could only possibly come from ’Walter’, the disciple who had relied on him for so many years.

As for what exactly brought him comfort, perhaps only he himself knew.

"I... am called... Walter Simmons? I... am a... human?"

Just as Sword Thirteen closed his eyes and fell with that comforting smile on his face, Walter seemed affected, the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes dimmed considerably in an instant.

Then, he clutched his head with both hands, his face twisted, and he muttered incessantly.

As if enduring some inhuman torment.

As time passed, Walter’s face twisted to the extreme, biting his teeth so hard they bled, and the blood-red glow in his eyes finally vanished completely.

Once the blood-red glow in his eyes fully disappeared, the pure demonic energy raging wildly around him also subdued, as if he reverted in an instant to that elegant young talent.

"Mentor!"

Suddenly, Walter let out a painful wail and descended, landing beside Sword Thirteen’s body, kneeling on the ground.

His body, driven by the immense grief within him, began to tremble violently, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

He could vaguely sense what had happened earlier.

But at that time, his emotions were mostly controlled by that violent and pure demonic energy, difficult to control himself, and thus could only watch helplessly as his mentor was killed by his own hand...

After hearing his mentor’s last halting words before his death, he erupted madly, struggling desperately...

Eventually, he did everything he could and finally managed to suppress that demonic energy temporarily and regain his senses.

"Master, please await your disciple at the Hell Gate. I am coming to join you!"

Faintly sensing that violent and pure demonic energy breaking through the restraints again, controlling his emotions and his mind...

Walter Simmons did not hesitate at all. With a swift motion, the sword in his hand flashed like lightning, sweeping outwards aggressively.

Swoosh!

The sword left no trace; with a single reverse thrust, there was a ’pfft’ sound as it pierced into his own heart, piercing through his body.

Under such circumstances, a scene of blood gushing like a fountain should have appeared.

However, the scene of blood pouring out did not appear.

Instead, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded!

Although Walter Simmons had thrust the sword into his heart and pierced through his body...

There was not a single drop of blood flowing from his body, as if the sword had struck empty air.

In reality, this sword did indeed pass through his heart and his body.

Yet, Walter Simmons felt no pain at all.

Just as Walter’s pupils shrank in shock, showing an expression of disbelief,

BOOM!!

The soaring demonic energy once again surged out from his body, making him resemble the ’Demon Race’ exiled in a lost land!

As the demonic energy soared into the sky, a bloody glow enveloped his eyes once more.

Pfft!

With another soft sound, it was as if Walter had become a different person. He directly pulled the sword that had been stabbed into his body and heart out.

As the sword was pulled out, not a drop of blood was splattered nor did it leave any marks on Walter’s body.

The wound closed instantly as the sword was drawn out, as if it had never appeared.

Walter now seemed like an ’undying demon god’!

BANG!!

As demonic energy soared into the sky around him, with eyes glowing ominously, Walter Simmons leaped into the void with a tremendous force mixed with dominating demonic energy, exploding under his feet like a cannonball.

Not only did this blast shatter the ground where he had stood, creating a ’large pit’ and a huge ’spider web,’ but it also pulverized the corpse of Sword Thirteen.

At the same time, Walter ascended to the sky, vanishing into the horizon in a blink.

All this occurred in the ’Lower Domain’ of the Martial Dao Sacred Land.

To be precise, it happened in the ’Lower Domain’ of the Martial Dao Sacred Land ravaged by the Demon Race!

Meanwhile, Wyatt Barnes, who was in a ’False Dimensional Plane’ created by three half-step immortal Demon Race entities bordering the Upper Domain of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, had no clue about what happened to his friend ’Walter Simmons’.

Otherwise, he would surely be greatly worried.

After all, Walter could be considered his best friend.

Wyatt not only was unaware of what happened to Walter, but he also didn’t know that Walter transformed because he received the ’legacy’ left by the three half-step immortal Demon Race entities who created the False Dimensional Plane he was in.

The ’False Dimensional Plane’ left by the three half-step imm*ortal Demon Race members in the Upper Domain was just a trap, without any of their legacy or the treasures they collected throughout their lives.

Their legacy, their treasures, were all left on the ’Mortal Continent’ where they spent a long time in the past.

And that Mortal Continent was none other than Wyatt Barnes’ homeland, the Cloud Skies Continent!

The legacy they left behind, obtained by Walter, greatly altered his nature, driving him to madness!

As for the treasures they left behind, the most precious one was none other than a super sacred weapon, the Traceless Sword, the three-foot-long green blade that was in Walter’s hand!

The Traceless Sword is one of the Top Ten Sacred Artifact List’s ten super sacred weapons, and one of the only two ’ten-thousand-patterned sacred swords’ in the Martial Dao Sacred Land.

Outside the ’False Dimensional Plane’ where Wyatt Barnes was located,

A burly and towering figure appeared out of thin air before the ’void fissure’ that was closing at a slow pace.

This was an old man almost unclothed, his entire body covered with hideous and horrifying wounds, all of which were gashes that looked utterly terrifying.

"Huff~~ Huff~~"

"Huff~~ Huff~~ Huff~~"

...

After the old man emerged, aside from his aura being weakened, he was continuously gasping for air, as if he had exhausted every ounce of his strength.

Although there were many people standing nearby, upon seeing the old man materializing in such a state, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath and then fell into a deathly silence.

No one uttered a word for a long while.

Heavens!

What did they see?

The Heavenly Shaman Sect’s High Priest ’Osman Moore’, ranked third on the Extreme Saint Ranking, a peerless powerhouse emerging from that independent space ostensibly created by three half-step immortals, was injured to such an extent?!

One must know, relying on the Heavenly Shaman Sect’s signature Divine Ability, said to be the best defensive Divine Ability in the Martial Dao Sacred Land, without others having super sacred weapons for defense...

Osman Moore’s ’defense’ was considered the best in the Martial Dao Sacred Land!