The sound of cheering continued.
Darryl looked at Wyatt, who was standing on the stage and furrowed his brows. ‘I didn’t know this young man was so famous. However, I feel sorry that you’re meeting me this round.’
Darryl stood up and slowly walked over.
At that moment, no one was looking at Darryl. He was always at the bottom of the table, so everyone believed that he would definitely be defeated when he battled with Wyatt.
Noticing everyone looking down on him, Darryl smiled to himself but was not bothered. Soon, he had stepped up to the battle stage. Wyatt checked him out and acted full of himself. “Young man, you can’t beat me. Surrender now!”
‘A man of Martial Saint level is not worth my effort,’ he thought.
At that moment, Wyatt still did not know that his opponent was the Elysium Gate Sect Master, Darryl.
Darryl could not help but laugh when he heard that. ‘Surrender? Does this Wyatt still think that I’m only of the Martial Saint level?
Darryl did not say a word, and Wyatt got impatient. “You want to battle with me?”
“Of course. Why else would I join the tournament?” Darryl replied, looking nonchalant.
'Is this man courting death?’ Wyatt thought, furrowing his brows.
He then nodded. "Fine, I respect your courage. I won’t bully you, so we won’t be battling with internal energy. Let’s compete with our sword technique! Why don’t we do this?”
‘I’m at Martial Emperor level, and my opponent is at Martial Saint level. I can easily defeat him. But it wouldn’t look impressive if I won because of that. The most important thing is that the New World Emperor is interested in me. I must show a gentleman's image,’ Wyatt thought to himself.
Of course, Wyatt was still very confident with his sword technique!
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