Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1518 Vanessa’s Abnormality

BANG!!

A loud explosion erupted first, shaking the void so much it seemed to distort slightly, radiating out clear ripples.

BANG!!

Another deafening roar echoed, shaking the heavens and the earth, even birds hundreds of meters away scattered in fright.

Meanwhile, two clouds of blood mist burst into the air, akin to a small shower of blood.

It turned out the brute-force fists of the berserk Savage Beast had been shattered by Wyatt Barnes’ steel fists!

"Awoooo!!"

Having lost both its iron fists, the Savage Beast let out a heart-wrenching scream. Driven by survival instinct, it immediately turned around to flee.

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes appeared to be nothing less than a demon to the Savage Beast.

Now, all it wanted was to escape Wyatt Barnes as far as possible.

"This feeling of pure head-on brute force, definitely exhilarating and satisfying."

Looking at his fists, now seemingly covered by golden gauntlets, Wyatt grinned broadly, his smile full of satisfaction.

Just moments before his fists and the Savage Beast’s iron fists collided, he had promptly unleashed the enhanced ’Golden Cloth Shirt,’ cultivated to the highest degree, further strengthening his physical prowess.

Because of this, it had been effortless to obliterate the berserk Saint Realm late-stage Savage Beast’s fists.

"In this hunting examination, the points for a Saint Realm late-stage Savage Beast will surely be higher than those for a Saint Realm mid-stage Savage Beast."

Wyatt had no doubt about this.

With a swift motion, he retrieved the Sun Piercing Bow and swiftly launched an arrow infused with the ’Piercing Saint Markings.’ The arrow of True Energy easily penetrated the fleeing Savage Beast, killing it.

To him, the Savage Beast was merely points.

BOOM!

The colossal body of the Savage Beast crashed heavily to the ground. Wyatt caught up swiftly and marked the body with his name, ensuring it was identified as his kill.

Once the name was marked, he didn’t worry about someone else fraudulently claiming the kill.

The sequence of marks left could be inferred from the drying state of the bloodstains.

Yet, as Wyatt was busy marking his name on the Savage Beast’s body, he wasn’t aware of a jet-black silhouette concealed amidst the branches of a nearby tree.

"There’s something on him, it seems..."

The figure, elegantly curved, was unmistakably a woman with a mesmerizing figure.

At this moment, her exposed autumn-like eyes shimmered with excitement.

"Found him! Finally found him!"

Not only did her eyes glimmer with excitement, but her heart also surged with emotion, as though Wyatt Barnes was her old acquaintance, perhaps even an old flame.

"Is he Wyatt Barnes?"

The stunningly curvaceous woman cloaked entirely in a black combat outfit soon murmured softly to herself.

Perched on her shoulder was a seemingly innocuous purple bird.

Though the purple bird appeared serene, the luminous glint in its eyes as it stared at Wyatt indicated otherwise—it was far from calm.

This woman was none other than Vanessa, a near four-star assassin of Shadow Mountain’s Black Market!

"He definitely knows her, without a doubt... Moreover, their relationship is extraordinary. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such a strong trace of her energy on him."

Vanessa had just steadied her emotions, but upon sensing Wyatt’s faint yet distinct aura, she confidently made her conclusion.

Simultaneously, her figure moved, and she floated midair in front of Wyatt, calmly examining him like he was an intriguing puzzle.

"Who are you?!"

Wyatt, naturally noticing the appearance of another person, immediately reacted, his expression shifting drastically.

"Shadow Mountain, Vanessa."

Vanessa hovered in mid-air as she coolly replied.

If other assassins from Shadow Mountain’s Black Market heard Vanessa speak, they would be utterly shocked. She was infamous for never wasting words, let alone revealing her identity.

It was widely known that Shadow Mountain’s assassins swore oaths of Thunder Punishment under the celestial Tribulation, vowing never to reveal their identities or origins.

If other Black Market assassins witnessed Vanessa expose her identity without the celestial Thunder Punishment slaughtering her in turn, their shock would be boundless.

Such an exemption could only mean one thing—Vanessa hadn’t sworn the Thunder Punishment Oath!

Not having sworn the oath effectively meant she wasn’t truly a Black Market assassin.

Even so, Vanessa undeniably bore the identity of a Black Market assassin.

The implications were clear—someone influential had bypassed protocol, allowing Vanessa to assume the role without taking the oath.

Such authority would be rare, reserved for those wielding considerable power within Shadow Mountain’s hierarchy.

Within the Nine Sects Alliance region’s Shadow Mountain division, only its leader could disrupt the rules in such a way.

"Shadow Mountain?"

Upon hearing the melodious female voice, Wyatt’s expression shifted again, unperturbed by the fact she was female.

Judging by the graceful curves of her silhouette, it was evident she was a woman—a strikingly alluring one.

From the very first glance, Wyatt instinctively felt an urge to unveil her hidden face. Not that he was being a scoundrel, but such was his natural reaction as a man.

The woman’s figure was perfect, so perfect it could captivate anyone.

Not even his two fiancées could compare!

However, upon hearing her reveal her identity, Wyatt’s expression turned grim once more.

Shadow Mountain’s Black Market had returned.

Before this, his senior Trevor Baillie had informed him about the Black Market assassins’ protocols—should an assassin fail, the task would either be canceled or assigned to a stronger assassin.

This meant the assassin before him was far more powerful than the preceding Black Robed Assassin!

The Black Robed Assassin had been a top-tier practitioner of Saint Realm’s pinnacle.

Had he not been a Demon Cultivator, Wyatt wouldn’t have stood a chance.

But now, this alluring, melodious presence was even more formidable than the Black Robed Assassin before... a surge of helplessness swept through Wyatt’s heart.

Although his powers had burgeoned, his cultivation reaching Saint Realm later stages, at maximum effort he could only hope to defeat enemies beyond his realm or fight mid-level Saint Realm experts.

But against prowess equivalent to that prior Black Robed foe without being a Demon Cultivator, Wyatt stood no chance.

And this woman, with her fiery curves and youthful, captivating voice, was undeniably stronger than that Black Robed Assassin. How could he compete?

"Let her be a Demon Cultivator, let her be..."

Wyatt silently prayed, knowing only then might he escape with his life.

Simultaneously, Wyatt extracted a Jade Slip and crushed it instantly.

The Jade Slip had been entrusted to him by Moon Radiance Sect’s Vice Leader, Willy Chapman, allowing him to signal danger when needed.

As Wyatt shattered the Jade Slip, a flash of light streaked upward.

Yet, before it could escape the dense forest canopy, an unseen force obliterated it entirely, failing to act as an alarm.

SWOOSH!

Witnessing this, Wyatt’s expression changed dramatically, his gaze now locked upon the woman in black combat attire before him. His voice trembled as he asked, "You... you’re a Saint Realm expert?"

Earlier, Trevor Baillie had told him that even an expert approaching Saint Realm couldn’t stop the Jade Slip’s alarm.

"If I wasn’t a Saint Realm expert, do you think I could intercept your Jade Slip, engraved with three-star Saint Markings?"

The woman replied again, her melodious voice entering Wyatt’s ears like a death sentence.

"She doesn’t seem to be a Demon Cultivator..."

Though Wyatt couldn’t determine how precisely she’d intercepted, he sensed she had acted, either directly or through her domain.

Nonetheless, his Storage Ring’s Demon Sealing Monument had shown no reaction.

If the Monument remained silent, it undoubtedly meant she wasn’t a Demon Cultivator, rendering it useless.

"Not a Demon Cultivator... Not a Demon Cultivator...What now?"

At this moment, anxiety overwhelmed Wyatt. Against a Saint Realm expert who wasn’t a Demon Cultivator, how could he resist?

Still, despite his inner turmoil, Wyatt wasn’t one to surrender without a fight. His grip tightened around the Sun Piercing Bow, ready to act.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, Vanessa uttered a soft sound of discovery, her gaze fixed upon Wyatt’s hands. "That bow of yours doesn’t seem like an ordinary Saint artifact."

With a subtle motion, Wyatt found his entire body bound by invisible force, unable to move as Vanessa effortlessly took the Sun Piercing Bow from his grasp.

"This material..."

Vanessa’s eyes brightened in astonishment. She turned her gaze back to Wyatt and asked, "Where did you get this bow?"

"Found it!"

Realizing that no matter how he struggled, the invisible force restrained him entirely, Wyatt responded with annoyance to her question.

He couldn’t overlook a glaring inconsistency.

If Vanessa were truly a Shadow Mountain assassin, why hadn’t she slaughtered him immediately and wasted no words, nor exuded killing intent?

Unbeknownst to Wyatt, there wasn’t just confusion on his end—even if Shadow Mountain’s division leader were present, they would be equally dumbfounded, finding Vanessa’s current behavior unrecognizable.

"What’s the matter? Do you think I’d covet your belongings?"

Vanessa chuckled lightly. While lifting her hand, she not only freed Wyatt from the binding force but also returned the Sun Piercing Bow to him.

This left Wyatt all the more perplexed. "You claim to be an assassin sent by Shadow Mountain... shouldn’t you be here to kill me?"

"I am here to kill you."

Vanessa nodded slightly.

Her words triggered an instinctive tension in Wyatt’s heart. He asked warily, "Then why haven’t you acted? With your strength, killing me would be a piece of cake."