Sacred Martial Dao Academy, dining hall.
Wyatt Barnes and a few others sat together.
Wyatt was eating heartily, as if what had happened just now didn't affect him at all.
However, if you look at Remi Sinclair, Seeker Sinclair, and Tiggi Field, they could hardly swallow their food.
The gruesome scene from earlier was deeply imprinted in their minds, hard to dispel for a long time.
Only Walter Simmons, like Wyatt, showed no signs of being impacted.
"Wyatt Barnes, you hid it so well! Condensed Pill Realm Ninth Level, seventh-grade spiritual weapon... Had it not been for your 'life and death battle' with Avery Barnes, we would have been kept in the dark by you."
Tiggi Field shook his head and smiled reluctantly.
In front of Wyatt, his martial dao talent, which he had always been proud of in his family, was utterly worthless.
But he also knew that he couldn't compare himself to this 'freak'; otherwise, he could only be setting himself up for disappointment.
