“In the history of the Divine Martial Continent, there have been a total of three individuals named King Xu Lingwu. One of them was directly under the Zixuan Empire, passed away three thousand years ago, was not well-known, and very few people know about him. As for the other two, one belonged to the Ao Fang feudal state and died in battle five hundred years ago—he was the last Martial King of Ao Fang, and with his death, the Ao Fang feudal state was also destroyed. The last one is affiliated with the Dongfeng feudal state and is still alive. This King Xu Lingwu was born in the 11,752nd year of the Zixuan calendar and is now 245 years old. In his youth, he studied at the national-level martial academy of Dongfeng, his martial skills were unrivaled in Dongfeng, and for a time he was hailed as a genius of the martial arts department...”

　　William Harris spoke eloquently.

　　His spiritual power poured into the golden book within his sea of consciousness, quickly flipping through the pages and meticulously searching for all information related to King Xu Lingwu.

　　“That’s enough, it’s good that you know this much! Sit down!”

　　Megan Walker hurriedly interrupted, her palm sweating profusely.

　　She only intended to test on the King Xu Lingwu of Dongfeng.

　　She hadn’t expected William Harris to dig up the other two martial kings with the same name, whom she didn’t even know about, and to explain everything so clearly—far beyond the scope of her own knowledge.

　　If the questioning continued and William Harris revealed knowledge even she didn’t possess, it would only embarrass her as a certified adventurer.

　　“How does William Harris know all this in such detail? His knowledge is so profound!”

　　“Could it be that he specializes in the adventurer department? He’s just been hiding his talent in this area and hasn’t shown off?”

　　“That’s very possible! His martial arts talent is too weak, so he has no hope of achieving anything in the martial arts department and can only work hard in the adventurer department. The adventurer department values broad knowledge more and doesn’t require much in martial arts! As long as he can memorize a vast amount of information, he can become an adventurer.”

　　“Yes, that must be it!”

　　The more than twenty young martial students in the classroom were all stunned by William Harris’s performance and began whispering among themselves.

　　The way they looked at William Harris was filled with shock and surprise.

　　A small martial artist who had always been at the bottom of the class suddenly displayed astonishing talent in the adventurer department—this was hard for them to accept.

　　“Hmph, you’re all overestimating this loser!”

　　Eric Johnson shot William Harris a look of disdain, stood up unhurriedly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and looked around at the other martial students as he said:

　　“How could this loser have such a good memory, able to recall the lives of over ten thousand martial kings? Even a master adventurer probably couldn’t do that, let alone someone who doesn’t even count as an adventurer apprentice. I think he just happened to read a few obscure biographies recently and coincidentally ran into the question Instructor Walker asked, so he took the opportunity to show off. If it were any other question, he definitely wouldn’t be able to answer. I may not major in the adventurer department, but in terms of the breadth and depth of knowledge, I’m far superior to him.”

　　Some of the martial students were taken aback, feeling that Eric Johnson made sense, and nodded in agreement.

　　“That’s right!”

　　“That’s very likely. The higher your martial arts cultivation, the better your memory. He’s so weak—how much information could he possibly remember?!”

　　“Only extremely experienced master adventurers might have such a broad memory and know a bit about many martial kings. As for us junior martial students, forget it—even if we read about hundreds or thousands of martial kings, we’d soon forget.”

　　William Harris couldn’t help but look at Eric Johnson, feeling a surge of disgust.

　　It was true that he was just an ordinary junior martial student, inferior in every way to a scion of a great family like Eric Johnson, and he had never actively provoked someone like Eric Johnson.

　　But there was no need for Eric Johnson to target him in everything.

　　Eric Johnson’s constant suppression was clearly meant to stomp him down completely, never giving him a chance to hold his head high.

　　If this continued, Eric Johnson would only become more arrogant and overbearing.

　　“Oh, is that so! What I know is not limited to this. Eric Johnson, are you sure you’re superior to me in the breadth and depth of knowledge?”

　　William Harris took a deep breath, a trace of cold mockery flashing in his calm eyes.

　　He decided to confront Eric Johnson’s provocation head-on and would not back down an inch.

　　“William Harris is really gutsy, actually daring to challenge Eric Johnson, the strongest in our class.”

　　The other young martial students in the class all gasped in shock.

　　“Ha, you’re really not convinced, are you!”

　　Eric Johnson let out an extremely arrogant laugh and said loudly, “Then let’s see who has the stronger knowledge! We’ll each ask a question, one each, and see who can’t answer. I’ll give you the first move—you ask the first question! If I can’t answer, I’ll admit defeat right away and we won’t continue. Hahaha, come on! Let me see what you’ve got!”

　　Eric Johnson had every reason to be arrogant, because not only was he the top martial artist in the class, but he was also outstanding in the other eight departments, far stronger than William Harris.

　　Eric Johnson had read far more adventurer books than William Harris. The Zhao family’s library filled hundreds of bookshelves—how could a poor kid compare?

　　William Harris took a deep breath, preparing to come up with a challenging question.