Eric Turner remained silent, which made Old Lee feel very embarrassed. What he wanted was for the moment their palms touched, Eric Turner would be in so much pain he'd cry out.

Old Lee kept increasing his strength; this time, he wanted to use his own power to crush Eric Turner's psychological resistance.

But the little guy in front of him was completely unmoved, not even a trace of reaction on his face.

While the two of them were locking hands, Evan Clark was already standing on one side of the hall with a middle-aged man, watching the two competing.

"Old Lee is going to suffer this time," Evan Clark said with a smile. "This guy's been a bit arrogant lately, so it's good for him to get a taste of hardship."

The middle-aged man glanced at Eric Turner. "Even if this kid's bloodline power has awakened, it'll still take some time to catch up to Old Lee."

The moment the middle-aged man spoke, Eric Turner's hand, which had been held all along, suddenly exerted force. Old Lee, already a bit flustered, instantly felt a sharp pain shoot through his palm as Eric Turner tightened his grip.

As a martial artist, Old Lee knew very well what the best choice was in this situation.

But thinking of what he had just said, he gritted his teeth and endured it. However, this endurance only made his expression look even worse.

In just half a minute, his face began to contort.

"Big brother, I can't take it anymore, you... let go, let go!" Eric Turner suddenly put on a pained expression, shouting repeatedly.

Old Lee's face turned purple, and he felt even more stifled inside. Clearly, he was the one who couldn't take it, but all anyone could hear was this guy's string of miserable cries!

Just hold on, this guy can't last much longer!

Old Lee tried to comfort himself, but the feeling as if several iron rods were crushing his hand was just too painful—he really couldn't take it!

"Big brother, have mercy, I really can't stand it, let me go, let me go!" Eric Turner screamed hysterically.

Old Lee was about to go crazy. He wanted to curse this shameless guy, but when he opened his mouth, his voice changed, and a pig-slaughtering wail echoed through the hall.

"Eric Turner, let go!" Evan Clark strode over and said to Eric Turner in a deep voice.

Eric Turner didn't dare provoke Evan Clark at this moment. He immediately nodded and quickly released Old Lee's hand, looking aggrieved. "Captain, Old Lee's grip is really strong. Was I especially embarrassing just now?"

Little Scott just felt a toothache—this guy looked honest, but he was actually sly! Old Lee had just provoked him, really asking for trouble!

He'd have to be careful in the future.

"Eric Turner, drop your blood into this test tube," Evan Clark said, ignoring the hand contest between Eric Turner and Old Lee, and lightly waved the glass test tube in his hand.

Inside the glass test tube was a colorless liquid about half a finger deep.

Eric Turner was well aware of the purity of his own bloodline; nothing had changed in the past few days. But now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so he pricked his fingertip and let a drop of his blood fall into the test tube.

The colorless liquid in the test tube immediately began to surge as soon as Eric Turner's blood entered!

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—all sorts of colors instantly filled the test tube. Although these colors flashed by quickly, in just a split second, each color was replaced by another.

Evan Clark stared intently at the shifting colors, his expression turning from serious to disappointed. For Evan Clark, each color represented something different, and no matter which color Eric Turner awakened, he was looking forward to it.

But now, judging by the speed at which the colors changed in the test tube, he felt his hopes were probably doomed.

Even though he had the Copycat Card, Eric Turner still had plenty of expectations. But when the liquid finally turned colorless again, Eric Turner couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"Didn't awaken?" Old Lee's eyes flashed with disbelief.

After all, the strength with which Eric Turner had just gripped his hand was no joke. How could someone with that kind of strength not have awakened?

Little Scott and the others were also very surprised. They had all tested themselves with this blood reagent and knew what counted as a pass.

"That shouldn't be!"

Evan Clark looked up at Eric Turner and smiled. "Our reagent is the most basic one. It can only test for the most basic bloodline powers."

"Your cultivation, being able to reach this level in battle, should mean you have awakened a bloodline, but our reagent can't detect which one."

"This might mean that the bloodline about to awaken in your body is quite powerful."

Evan Clark's words sounded reasonable, but anyone with experience at the survival base knew that a new bloodline wasn't so easy to appear.

A sudden increase in strength like Eric Turner's, but with no bloodline detected, had another name at the survival base: half-awakened.

But Eric Turner knew perfectly well that his bloodline hadn't awakened at all. The reason he had become stronger was because of his Copycat Card.

He had used the Copycat Card to copy the Five Tiger Blade from his old man!