David Miller took a deep breath, his mind regaining some clarity. Only then did he see clearly that the blood-red blade was actually a longsword in Henry Clark's hand.

The blade of the longsword was entirely crimson like blood, as thin as paper. It really looked like a ray of light condensed into form, appearing incomparably sharp, with an indescribable air of eeriness.

Just one glance made David Miller feel a bit dizzy. He dared not look any longer; the time triggered by the Thunder Eagle Ring was only 1.5 seconds, and he had to seize the moment to deal with Henry Clark.

Although he didn't know what the sword in Henry Clark's hand could do, based on years of experience, David Miller felt that sword must be a rare and strange artifact, and very sinister. He had to deal with Henry Clark as quickly as possible.

Electric light exploded all around David Miller. Just as he was about to strike down Henry Clark in one blow, he heard a low, resonant sword hum—"zheng".

The sword hum seemed to be composed of countless fierce, low voices, like countless demons whispering together.

David Miller's mind clouded over again, and his vision went black. By the time he recovered, the powerful electric light around him had already dissipated, with only a few faint sparks still crackling and flickering on the Thunder Eagle Ring.

David Miller's body felt a bit weak; the Thunder Eagle Ring's instant burst actually stimulated his potential with the power of electricity, putting a heavy load on his body.

Because his mind had been disturbed twice, David Miller had wasted a burst of the Thunder Eagle Ring for nothing, squandering a lot of strength.

For the time being, David Miller was unable to trigger the Thunder Eagle Ring again.

David Miller looked at Henry Clark with a gloomy expression. This kid had gone straight for the kill, so ruthless and sinister—it really was just like the style of the organization.

But no matter where the other party came from, anyone who dared to attack him had to die.

David Miller was deeply shrewd; though his heart was full of murderous intent, his face showed no expression.

Henry Clark, who had just launched a sneak attack, was grinning, showing no guilt or killing intent at all. It was as if he had just been joking with David Miller.

"President Zhou, you really are impressive. Even when ambushed, you could react so calmly, retreating twenty meters in just 0.1 seconds. Truly admirable."

Henry Clark joked with a cheeky smile, not taking it seriously at all.

Standing behind Henry Clark, Grace Hill was very nervous. She hadn't been able to react at all to the fight between Henry Clark and David Miller just now, not even seeing the details of the battle.

She had only seen the blinding blood-red blade and the raging, flashing electric light.

The two fought so fast, far beyond Grace Hill's ability to react. Even with the Crimson Heart installed, she wasn't qualified to participate in a battle of this level.

Only now did Grace Hill realize how terrifying David Miller was.

David Miller didn't pay any attention to Grace Hill. He said coldly, "Don't tell me that was just a joke."

"It wasn't a joke, definitely not."

Henry Clark hurriedly waved his hands. "I actually just admire your martial arts, President Zhou, and wanted to learn from you. As expected, your skills are unparalleled. I'm nowhere near your level. Amazing, amazing."

Henry Clark even said sincerely, "President Zhou, you're so magnanimous, please don't take offense. Oh, look, I even hurt you—sorry, sorry."

He even asked with concern, "Is the wound on your neck okay, President Zhou?"

Only then did David Miller sense something was wrong. He reached out and touched his throat, and found a bit of blood on his hand.

The Thunder Eagle Ring's electric burst would numb the body, so he hadn't noticed he was injured until Henry Clark pointed it out.

The wound on his throat was small, but it had almost cut his major artery.

David Miller was both shocked and furious—shocked at how swift and unpredictable the opponent's sword was, and furious that he had almost been killed.

David Miller's killing intent grew even stronger. "Good technique, good swordsmanship, to actually injure me."

Henry Clark remained humble: "I only succeeded because I caught you off guard. If it were a real fight, I wouldn't be your match at all. I admit defeat."

"Goddammit!"

Even someone as sullen as David Miller couldn't help but curse in his heart. This kid really had a sharp tongue.

But he didn't like to argue. He said calmly, "To think there’s someone as skilled as you among the trainees—it's my oversight."

As he spoke, David Miller drew a pistol from his lower back. "Let's see now—whether your sword is faster, or my gun."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Seeing David Miller draw his gun, Henry Clark's expression changed a bit. He backed away while saying, "Come on, no need to get so serious. President Zhou, you're such an important figure, surely you can take a joke. Let's talk this out..."

Standing behind, Grace Hill understood and stepped in front of Henry Clark, using her body to block David Miller's gun.

Henry Clark was deeply moved and loudly praised Grace Hill, "Good friend, good brother!"

He even whispered in Grace Hill's ear, "Don't worry, you can definitely take a bullet from a handgun."

Seeing how shameless and cunning Henry Clark was, even David Miller couldn't help but admire him a little. He sneered, "The one in my hand is a high-end custom Xuanwu Kungenir Type-3, capable of piercing top-level armor."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't shoot! Anything can be discussed..."

Henry Clark hurriedly begged for mercy, sounding especially humble.

David Miller ignored all that. He had said more than usual, mainly because the Thunder Eagle Ring's electric burst had numbed his body and he needed time to recover.

In just a few sentences, David Miller had regained control of his body. He had no interest in wasting more words with Henry Clark.

Just as David Miller was about to pull the trigger, another sword hum—"zheng"—suddenly echoed in his mind.