W h a r t o n ' s N e w s

Suddenly, a conversation caught Lin Feng's attention. 🐨🍟 🐤🐼

"Have you heard? A super genius has emerged in the Imperial Capital, a seventeen-year-old youth Wharton." Three middle-aged men were sitting at a table next to Lin Feng, discussing the empire's prodigy.

Wharton?

Lin Feng immediately focused his attention.

Having been in the O'Brien Empire for so long, Lin Feng had never heard of Wharton.

"Are you talking about that genius who emerged from this year's O'Brien Institute grade-level competition?" The bald man next to him lit up. "I've heard of him too. The O'Brien Institute's seventh-grade grade-level competition is highly anticipated. There are even students who have reached the level of Eighth-level Warrior participating in this competition."

O'Brien Institute, as the premier warrior academy in Yulan, has added a seventh grade.

Only those who reach the level of a level seven warrior can enter the seventh grade.

While level seven warriors are actually capable of graduating, many level seven warriors remain in the academy. Even a very few Eighth-level Warrior students are not in a hurry to graduate.

"Bald Eagle, you know about this news too. That Wharton, really, tsk tsk." The blue-haired middle-aged man who spoke first exclaimed, "Only seventeen years old, and he's never participated in the grade-level competition before. This time, he participated in the seventh-grade grade-level competition and actually defeated Eighth-level Warrior. He became the seventh-grade grade-level champion." "What? Seventeen years old, and he defeated Eighth-level Warrior? Really?" The fat man who had been listening was shocked.

The bald man glared and said, "Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes. You don't know, that Wharton is 2.2 meters tall, extremely strong, his mere physique gives off a terrifying sense of oppression. His weapon is a terrifying giant battle sword. Wielding that battle sword, Wharton actually defeated Eighth-level Warrior, becoming the top student in the grade competition."

"According to others, Wharton has already defeated Eighth-level Warrior, and he's estimated to reach that Eighth-level Warrior before he's twenty. Back then, the genius swordsman Olivier reached the ninth level at thirty, and Wharton's talent isn't far off," the blue-haired man exclaimed. "At seventeen, he defeated Eighth-level Warrior; the Imperial Capital hasn't seen such a genius in a long time. He's even widely recognized as the number one genius at O'Brien Institute, and His Majesty the Emperor bestowed upon him the title of Earl."

The fat man asked in bewilderment, "Hey, according to you two, this Wharton, someone like him should have been famous by now. But why have I never heard anyone mention him before?"

The bald man nodded and said, "I was also very puzzled by this at first, and then I investigated. This Wharton has never participated in any competitions at O'Brien Institute for so many years, nor has he fought against any top players. So he has no reputation whatsoever."

"They have the ability, yet they don't show it." Both the blue-haired man and the fat man sighed.

"Let's not talk about the past," the bald man said confidently. "Since this O'Brien Institute seventh-year tournament, Wharton will definitely shine even brighter."

In the quiet tavern, Lin Feng sipped his wine, a smile on his face.

"It seems that Wharton Jr.'s Fate hasn't changed because of himself."

When Wharton left Wushan Town, he was only six years old. Little Wharton still had his fangs and was extremely cute. In the blink of an eye, eleven years have passed.

"Little Wharton!"

A warm feeling rose in Lin Feng's heart; it was the affection of brothers.

Although Lin Feng and Wharton did not spend much time together, it did not affect their deep-rooted kinship.

With Hogg dead, Lin Feng's only remaining close relative in this world is undoubtedly young Wharton.

At the age of six, Wharton, accompanied by his butler Hiri, traveled all the way to O'Brien Institute. With Wharton's talent, he was easily admitted directly to O'Brien Institute.

However, the butler Hiri, understood that the Baruch Clan still belonged to the Holy Union. Therefore, he had always told Wharton to conceal his strength and not to act recklessly. If Wharton's brilliance were truly too dazzling, O'Brien Institute might not easily let Wharton return to the Holy Union after graduation.

Wharton always followed Hiri's instructions. Although he occasionally showed some talent when he was young, he was too young to attract attention. When he grew up, he naturally knew to keep his abilities hidden.

Years of arduous practice.

Especially at O'Brien Institute, the highest institution of learning in the nation's number one warrior power, Wharton's training efficiency is extremely high.

When Wharton was fourteen, Hillman, at Lin Feng's request, finally arrived at O'Brien Institute.

In reality, by the time Hillman arrived in the Imperial Capital, the Day of Destruction had already occurred. The royal family and other upper-class nobles had already learned of this through the empire's special communication system. Elite academies like O'Brien Institute, naturally, also knew about it long beforehand.

When Hillman arrived in the Imperial Capital, Wharton already knew that the Day of Destruction had arrived.

Hillman told Wharton about Hogg's death and his older Lin Feng's decision to seek revenge. Wharton was stunned. He had no idea what to do.

With Hillman, the butler Hiri, and others by his side, and with Lin Feng having Hillman bring the battle sword "Warblade Slaughter," Wharton was determined to shoulder the family's responsibilities. However, Wharton was always worried about his older brother, Lin Feng, Wharton didn't know how his brother was doing.

The Holy Union is too far from the O'Brien Empire; the journey alone would take a year.

Fortunately, the Dawson Chamber of Commerce later found Wharton and sent Wharton a secret letter.

The secret letter was written by Yale himself, detailing Lin Feng's grudges with the Radiant Church Clayde. It also told Wharton that Lin Feng was alright, but had begun a long period of ascetic training alone.

Wharton breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news.

But Wharton grew increasingly proud of his older brother, and Wharton resolved to work even harder so that he could join hands with him in the future. Wharton had worked hard in the past, but Wharton studied even harder in the following three years. At the age of fifteen, Wharton reached the level of a seventh-level warrior.

When Wharton was seventeen, after mastering the sword "Warblade Slaughter" and believing he had achieved considerable skill, he finally decided to participate in the grade-level competition. In that one competition, Wharton made a name for himself, instantly becoming the most dazzling new star in the Imperial Capital. His Majesty the Emperor even bestowed upon him the title of Earl.

Lin Feng sat in a corner of the tavern, feeling more joyful than ever before.

"Boss, Wharton? That's your brother, right?" Beibei was curled up in the chair, looking at Lin Feng with his big, dark eyes.

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

"That little brat can already defeat Eighth-level Warrior!" Beibei exclaimed in amazement. "Boss, your little brother can become Dragonblood Warrior too, right?"

"Of course."

Lin Feng was very proud of his younger brother, "Beibei, I activated my Dragonblood Warrior bloodline by drinking the blood of Spined Iron-Armored Dragon. My brother's Dragonblood Warrior bloodline concentration is much higher than mine, so he can directly transform into Dragonblood Warrior. However, his transformation is different from mine."

"Give everyone a bottle of Lin Feng Emerald Green." A familiar voice rang out in the tavern.

"This is?"

"Cardinal Lampson of the Radiant Church."

"That old man must be Sessler!" Lin Feng noticed an old man with his hands shackled through his mental power.

Lin Feng Soul Transmission to Beibei: "Beibei, come over here, don't stick your head out." Lin Feng placed Beibei on the chair inside his room.

The tavern was very dimly lit.

Moreover, each table was separated by a screen. Lin Feng's body was almost completely hidden by the screen, so the acquaintance couldn't see Lin Feng at all.

"Boss, what's going on?" Beibei was still confused. He was also puzzled by Lin Feng's order to stay in the corner and not come out.

Lin Feng looked at Beibei, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and transmitted his voice, "Beibei, the experts from the Radiant Church are here; there should be several level nine powerhouses."

"The Radiant Church?" Beibei's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"If they make a move, I'll make sure none of them leave Chier Prefecture City." A murderous intent stirred within Lin Feng. Lin Feng strength was now far greater than before.

Lin Feng Lin Feng kill a whole bunch of level nine experts with a single finger. The entire Radiant Church wouldn't stand a chance against him.

If it weren't for the large number of people here and the potentially negative impact of making a move, Lin Feng would have already taken action.

Lin Feng listened carefully.

Clearly, those people from the Radiant Church hadn't noticed Lin Feng's presence.

"We've spent two years on this guy. Finally, in ten days or so, we can go back." Lampson's voice was low.

Lampson was also very careful with his words, not revealing anything that could expose his identity.

"Two years." Another man in black robes, whose back was to Lin Feng, shook his head and said, "My good brothers all died trying to deal with this old man."

"If we can keep him under control, it will all be worth it," Lampson said.

While it's not impossible for Lin Feng to completely eradicate the Radiant Church with his current strength, doing so would be far too risky, and Lin Feng isn't absolutely certain of success. Therefore, Lin Feng has long decided that he will absolutely not confront the Radiant Church head-on until he reaches the god level.

Anyway, the Radiant Church can't escape its fate, so Lin Feng doesn't care if Radiant Church exists for a few more years.

After waiting for about an hour, Lampson and his group finally left the tavern with the old man. From beginning to end, Lampson and his group did not see Lin Feng behind the screen.

Lin Feng stepped out from behind the screen.

"Beibei, let's go." Lin Feng casually tossed a few gold coins to pay the bill, then immediately led Beibei out of the tavern quietly, following behind Lampson and his group.

With Lin Feng's strength, following this group of level nine experts would be no problem at all. There was absolutely no chance of him being discovered.

After a while, Lampson and his group arrived at an alley and stopped in front of a two-story building. A man in a black robe knocked on the door.

"My lords," a middle-aged man said respectfully as the courtyard gate opened, "Everything is ready. Please rest, gentlemen."

Lampson and the others nodded.

"Kossates, you two brothers watch this old guy for now. We'll relieve you in a bit," Lampson said.

"It's been a long time since Archbishop Lampson's last appearance," Lin Feng's voice suddenly rang out.