Boom!
Fenny Graham's body flew out like an arrow released from its bow, heavily smashing into the ground, spitting blood frantically from his mouth, his figure extremely disheveled.
"Nothing is impossible."
Hearing Fenny Graham's unwilling and surprised shout as he was sent flying, Wyatt Barnes responded coldly.
Noticing the glances shot from around him, Fenny Graham's complexion grew increasingly ugly; he didn't even need to look to know those were mocking glances.
"So strong!"
'Ingot Gold', ranked third among the Thirteen Guardians, showed amazement, and his gaze held a bit more wariness when he looked at Wyatt Barnes again.
He could tell.
The strength Wyatt Barnes had just shown was not simply that of someone who had just broken through to the later stages of the Transcending Mortal Realm... it felt like he was on par with the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm.
And he himself was a peak Transcending Mortal Realm Martial Artist.
"Impressive!"
