Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 885 Brother Nangle

Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Brother Nangle

Illusion!

With a glimmer in Wyatt Barnes’s eyes, his already charged mental power ruthlessly crashed into the "Soul Imprint" deep within the soul, executing the Soul Technique.

In an instant, the "Illusory Space" swept out, enveloping an area of over a hundred meters, including Tatum Cruz who was pouncing toward him.

As fast as the wind sweeping leaves!

The next moment, Wyatt Barnes leapt to the side, quickly moving away.

Meanwhile, he casually looked at Brady Yellow and said with Origin Force condensing his voice, "Brady, do as I say now..."

Under everyone’s watch, Tatum Cruz, whose body had erupted in flames transforming him into a beast of fire, missed his target and grasped at nothing.

Just as everyone thought Tatum Cruz would once again erupt in rage to strike at Wyatt Barnes, they found Tatum Cruz, still enveloped in flames, standing at his original spot with a confused look, glancing around him.

In his eyes lay a trace of wariness, as if he had encountered something particularly unnerving.

In Tatum Cruz’s view at that moment, he stood in the midst of an endless desert, completely alone.

"An illusionary realm?"

Tatum Cruz’s face darkened as he immediately guessed what he was up against.

"I can’t sense any ’Inscription’ or ’Inscription Array’ fluctuations... Could it be that there is a Demon Beast with a unique gift lurking nearby and ambushing me?"

This was the first thought that crossed Tatum Cruz’s mind.

In his opinion, since the ’illusory realm’ he was facing wasn’t constructed by Inscriptions and an Inscription Array, it must be similar to a ’Soul Technique’—a construction made by mental power methods.

Constructing an ’illusory realm’ with mental power was something only a legendary ’Martial Emperor’ was thought capable of doing.

Of course, he wouldn’t believe it was a Martial Emperor who was making a move against him.

What a joke!

A Martial Emperor could kill him with just a thought; why would they bother playing such tricks on him?

Therefore, it must be the doing of a Demon Beast in the shadows.

Moreover, the mental power level of that Demon Beast had to be at least of the ’Cave Void Realm Seventh-Order’.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to affect him.

"If you dare..."

Just as Tatum Cruz opened his mouth to say ’If you dare, don’t play tricks from the shadows,’ a sudden gust of wind smacking against the side of his face caused his expression to drastically change.

Smack!

Before Tatum Cruz could react, he took a loud slap across the face, his head violently twisting to one side as he involuntarily spit out several broken teeth.

At the same time, that half of his face completely swelled up.

The aggressor’s strike was evidently ruthless.

"Who? Who is it?!"

Dazed by the slap, Tatum Cruz spat out his broken teeth and finally snapped back to reality, his expression darkening as flames erupted from him once more.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

At the same time, an unknown spiritual weapon took the form of gloves that appeared in Tatum Cruz’s hands.

As he raised his hand, palm after palm roared out, surrounding his body as if forming an impenetrable net, shielding him entirely within it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

With every palm Tatum Cruz struck out, the air compressed and burst into terrifying explosions, deafening those around him.

Numerous firm palm strikes roared down upon the cliffside of Gold Peak, causing loud explosions and kicking up dust storms.

Above the void, aside from Wyatt Barnes, Noel Walton, and Brady Yellow who stood in the air with calm expressions, unaffected by the chaos below.

The disciples of the Five Elements Sect, gazing at the ’frantic’ Tatum Cruz, were stunned and speechless.

"Who... who can tell me what exactly happened?"

"I... I don’t know! Tatum Cruz, when he made a move against Wyatt Barnes and missed, didn’t continue to pursue Wyatt but instead stood there looking around as if he couldn’t find Wyatt."

"What a joke! Wyatt Barnes is not far from him, how could he not find him?"

"Then what do you think he’s doing now? When Brady moved close to him, Tatum didn’t realize at all and just took a slap hard."

"Could it be that Tatum Cruz has gone mad?"

...

A group of Five Elements Sect disciples stood bewildered, clueless about the current situation.

Moments later, perhaps out of exhaustion, Tatum Cruz’s movements slowed down.

"Brady!"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Brady Yellow and gave a slight smile.

Brady Yellow’s eyes brightened up once more, and under everyone’s gaze, he swiftly moved towards Tatum Cruz, reaching him in a flash. His hand raised again, swinging another slap across.

In that instant, the onlooking disciples of the Five Elements Sect felt a chill down their spines, shuddering.

Many of them couldn’t help but hold their breath.

Would Brady be able to land another blow this time?

Smack!

Another crisp and loud slap echoed, answering the question in their minds.

As they watched Tatum Cruz’s head twist to the side, spitting out more blood mixed with teeth, many of the Five Elements Sect disciples felt their scalps tingle.

This Brady, he was much too harsh in his attacks, weren’t he?

The other half of Tatum Cruz’s face, previously unharmed, now swelled up completely, turning his whole head into something resembling a pig’s, making it hard to discern his true appearance.

"No matter who you are... you’re dead! You’re dead for sure!"

Tatum Cruz, his face bloated like a pig’s head from the two slaps by Brady Yellow, roared fiercely while speeding up his movements. A vast array of palm strikes formed a barrier, cocooning him within.

Perhaps only in this way could he find the sense of security he deserved.

The shrill roaring of Tatum Cruz filled the ears of the group of Five Elements Sect disciples present, causing them to be taken aback, and then they were all dumbfounded.

"Does Tatum Cruz not know it was Brady Yellow who hit him?"

"What the hell is going on here? Not only did Tatum Cruz fail to notice Brady Yellow’s approach, but he also took two slaps from Brady Yellow and still didn’t realize it was Brady Yellow who hit him!"

"Could it be that he’s really gone mad?"

"I think it’s not madness, it’s blindness!"

...

One after another, the Five Elements Sect disciples stared at Tatum Cruz with dumbfounded expressions, finding the scene before them to be incredible and incomprehensible.

Could anyone tell them what on earth was going on?

"I think not only has he gone blind, but he’s also gone deaf... We’re talking so much, and it’s like he can’t hear anything."

"I also think he’s both blind and deaf now!"

"But why has he become like this?"

...

All the Five Elements Sect disciples present, apart from Tatum Cruz himself, Wyatt Barnes, Brady Yellow, and Noel Walton, were dumbfounded and full of confusion.

Until now, they still didn’t know what exactly had happened.

Witnessing Tatum Cruz’s movements slow down once again, everyone’s gaze returned to Brady Yellow, all curious where Brady Yellow would hit Tatum Cruz this time.

"Noel Walton, do you want to give it a try?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at Noel Walton and asked with a smile.

As early as when Brady Yellow had given Tatum Cruz two slaps in succession and retreated unscathed, Wyatt Barnes had noticed Noel Walton seemed eager to try.

Now that the opportunity had arisen again, he couldn’t help but ask.

"Sure!"

Noel Walton responded with shining eyes and swiftly lunged at Tatum Cruz.

Under Wyatt Barnes’s guidance, Noel Walton threw a punch as fast as lightning, hitting Tatum Cruz squarely on the head and sending him flying.

Of course, Noel Walton had shown restraint.

Otherwise, with that punch alone, he could have taken Tatum Cruz’s life.

Although he harbored hatred towards Tatum Cruz and wanted to vent for his master Ableton Sun, he had never entertained the thought of killing Tatum Cruz, only to teach him a lesson.

Now, his dream had come true, giving him the feeling that he was dreaming.

Until he couldn’t help pinching his thigh, and the intense pain transmitted from his thigh seemed to tell him:

This was no dream, but reality!

"Who?!"

At that moment, Tatum Cruz, who had been sent flying and was covered in blood, looked around in a disheveled manner, yet he pointedly avoided even a glance at Noel Walton.

For a while, the group of Five Elements Sect disciples present felt a chill run down their spines.

Had Tatum Cruz seen a ghost?

Above the void, at some point, two figures had appeared.

One was a young man in blue, and the other a young man in red.

The youth in blue was expressionless, as if the collapse of the sky had nothing to do with him, but his eyes now showed an obvious hint of surprise.

As if he had discovered something.

"What? Did you find something?"

The youth in red, having withdrawn his stunned gaze, saw the surprise in the eyes of the youth in blue and couldn’t help but curiously ask.

"Soul Technique."

The youth in blue seldom spoke, with a voice cold and sparing in words.

"Soul Technique?"

The youth in red’s eyes lit up, "Do you mean that Tatum Cruz has been rendered like this by a Soul Technique? Could it be that he’s encountered a ’Void Realm’?"

By the end of his words, the youth in red couldn’t help speculating.

This time, the youth in blue didn’t answer him, merely standing silently, but his seemingly lusterless eyes focused intently on someone.

That person was none other than the youth in purple, Wyatt Barnes, standing in the air not far from Tatum Cruz.

Clearly, he had identified Wyatt Barnes as the owner of the Soul Technique.

"Hmm?"

As the youth in blue gazed at Wyatt Barnes, Wyatt Barnes seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up toward the higher void.

Soon, two figures shrouded in mist became clearly visible before his eyes.

"Twins?"

Despite the distance, Wyatt Barnes’s eyesight was far beyond that of an ordinary person, and he could clearly see that the two young men appearing before him looked exactly alike.

Especially the youth in blue, who stared at him with a gaze that seemed to see through his very being.

"Inscription Master?!"

Quickly, Wyatt Barnes sensed a faint Soul Technique fluctuating, originating from the youth in blue, which took him by surprise.

Moreover, from the blue youth’s Soul Technique fluctuations, he confirmed something else.

The level of the blue youth’s Soul Technique was not beneath his own.

What that implied, Wyatt Barnes knew all too well.

"Could it be... that these two are the ’Brother Nangle’ from Gold Peak, mentioned by those Five Elements Sect disciples just now?"

Wyatt Barnes’s heart jolted.