Facing Ricky Ridge, who was darting toward him like a bolt of lightning, Wyatt Barnes stood motionless, as immovable as a mountain.
"Is he scared stiff?"
Seeing that Ricky Ridge had already reached Wyatt Barnes without him making any move, a group of outer disciples watching nearby assumed Wyatt had been so frightened that he'd turned into a wooden statue, forgetting to evade.
"Power so near to the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm… Truly no small feat. At the very least, he's stronger than Zephaniah Chase from Rowan River City and more formidable than Kai Simmons was six months ago."
No one expected that Wyatt, in the face of Ricky Ridge's lightning-fast assault, could still have the mental capacity to think about such things.
As Ricky Ridge reached Wyatt Barnes, he launched his fist. With a sharp "whoosh," it shot out like a rocket, heading straight for Wyatt's abdomen.
The space it tore through whipped up a thunderous roar.
