Thomas Grant's expression changed: "You have quite the appetite. Although the 'Demon-Slaying Sword Qi Manual' is only a top technique at the Qi level and not the pinnacle of martial arts, it is still unique to the lineage of the Marquis of Manghuang."

　　"Are you perhaps afraid to gamble?"

　　"Ridiculous. Fine. If I lose, I'll let you borrow the 'Demon-Slaying Sword Qi Manual' for a look. If you lose, you must let me borrow the 'Vast Righteous Qi' for a look!"

　　This time it was Richard Bennett's turn to change color. Coming from the civil lineage of the Marquis of Wenqu, the 'Vast Righteous Qi' was a unique technique that combined Confucian righteous energy with martial arts, exclusive to the Wenqu Marquis's line.

　　Richard Bennett glanced at William Foster in the distance and resolutely said one word: "Deal!"

　　Hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on Thomas Grant's face: "Ha, I forgot to tell you, the second son of the Marquis of Pingding and I have some dealings. A few months ago, I happened to learn that David Harris managed to obtain a Human-grade Pearl."

　　"What! A Human-grade Pearl!" Richard Bennett's heart sank. He knew exactly what a Human-grade Pearl was. A martial artist possessing such a rare treasure from heaven and earth could cultivate five or six times faster than ordinary people. With this, David Harris's martial cultivation would progress at an astonishing rate.

　　"I've been set up." Richard Bennett felt as if he'd swallowed a hundred flies. This duel was basically a foregone conclusion. But in a wager, even if you lose, you can't lose face; no matter what, you have to keep up appearances.

　　"So what if he has a Human-grade Pearl? I don't think William Foster is necessarily any worse."

　　Thomas Grant only sneered coldly.

　　"Clear out!" In the crowd, David Harris shouted, and all the scholars around immediately stepped back, leaving a large open space for the two.

　　"You two should step back as well." Henry Bolton and Samuel Carter exchanged a look and withdrew; this kind of duel was not something they could interfere in.

　　Whoosh!

　　As soon as the crowd retreated, David Harris raised his hand and struck out with a punch, using the Fierce Tiger Fist that James Thompson had just used. The same move, "Tiger Descends the Mountain," was completely different in David Harris's hands compared to James Thompson's.

　　As David Harris unleashed his move, the air around him surged, and amidst the sound of the wind, a loud tiger's roar could be heard, the momentum like a fierce tiger pouncing down from the mountain. The scholars around immediately looked at David Harris differently. Though David Harris was arrogant, his skills were not lacking.

　　William Foster straightened his body and lightly darted to the side. Instantly, everyone sensed a wild and unrestrained aura from William Foster, like a wild bull galloping across the open plains.

　　"Wild Bull Gallops the Plains!" Someone in the crowd immediately recognized it. The Wild Bull Fist was not a particularly advanced technique, and many people knew it. However, in everyone's impression, the Wild Bull Fist was always used for attacking and striking. No one expected that the "Wild Bull Gallops the Plains" move could be used in this situation to dodge an opponent's attack.

　　With a sudden burst of speed, William Foster used "Wild Bull Gallops the Plains" to evade "Tiger Descends the Mountain," and immediately countered with a punch. The air at the tip of his fist exploded, and a wave of energy shot straight at David Harris.

　　"Not good!" David Harris had not expected William Foster to be so fast. His vision blurred, and a fist grew larger and larger before his eyes. After all, David Harris came from a marquis's household and had a deep family background. In this moment of crisis, he raised his arm to block in front of him.

　　Bang!

　　Fist met arm. David Harris felt as if he'd been rammed by a wild bull, his arm nearly breaking. He was also at the Vital Energy level, his flesh and blood already fused with vital energy, making him extremely tough. Yet with just one move, William Foster made him feel immense pressure.

　　"His strength is greater than mine—I'm no match for him!" David Harris was shocked; he could hardly believe his own judgment. How long had it been? Fifteen days—just fifteen days—how could William Foster have improved so much?

　　Ah!

　　As David Harris was comparing their strength, he suddenly heard exclamations from the crowd. A gust of wind howled, and in his ears came a loud bellow, as if a muscular, thick-skinned wild bull was glaring angrily and charging at him.

　　Wild Bull's Roar!

　　William Foster's left fist was blocked, but he stepped forward with his right foot and struck out with another punch—the fifth form, Wild Bull's Roar. The tiger is king of beasts, and its roar makes all animals submit. But the wild bull lives on the plains, free, unruly, and wild by nature. When a wild bull is enraged, its eyes turn blood-red, its iron hooves kick, and it charges through anything in its way. That wild, domineering power can snap a tree as thick as a man's embrace; even tigers and lions would retreat before it.

　　Moo!

　　Within four feet of William Foster, the air was torn into countless fragments, swirling currents colliding everywhere. Amidst the fierce wind, a loud bellow could be faintly heard, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as if a truly enraged wild bull was charging forward.

　　At this moment, not only the surrounding students, but even Thomas Grant's expression changed. The "Wild Bull Force" in William Foster's hands was now completely different from that of ordinary Vital Energy level martial artists; even when facing a True Qi level martial artist, he would be qualified to fight.

　　"John Foster!" Thomas Grant suddenly thought of someone. This kind of aura, this kind of fierce dominance, he had only ever seen in one person. Back then, Thomas Grant was like David Harris is now, and at that time, John Foster was like William Foster is now.

　　Bang!