“He said yesterday he would come to the exam hall, and he actually dared to show up for the assessment! He’s only at Martial Arts Level One, and only knows a few basic martial techniques. With such meager strength, he’s not even as strong as my little finger. Can he even pass the martial arts assessment?”

“He’s definitely just bragging.”

“Let’s follow and watch how he does in the assessment, see how he embarrasses himself!”

William Harris’s performance yesterday had left them all deeply shocked.

Although some speculated that William Harris had used cunning and devious means to secretly gather their weaknesses, before anyone had seen William Harris’s true strength, they didn’t dare to provoke William Harris lightly.

Very soon, a small group of more than a dozen classmates gathered near William Harris, their eyes glancing at him from time to time, filled with fear and caution, whispering quietly among themselves.

“Oh, isn’t this our class’s famous William Harris!”

William Harris heard the familiar mocking voice and turned his head.

Eric Johnson wore a mocking smile, swaggering over with an expression full of disdain and arrogance, leading a group of lackey martial students including Wayne Miller.

“Eric Johnson, what do you want now? Didn’t you embarrass yourself enough yesterday?”

William Harris said coldly.

“Hmph, you’re just devious and slick-tongued! When it comes to a real assessment with real weapons, you’re like a grasshopper after autumn—won’t be jumping for long, just waiting to die!”

Eric Johnson said viciously, thinking of the heavy blow he suffered yesterday, his heart filled with hatred, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Those lackey martial students also flattered Eric Johnson while mocking loudly.

“Exactly, anyone can brag! Let’s see who’s really got the skills when we compete for real in the exam hall, and who’s just putting on a show.”

“Brother Xing’s strength is unquestionable. His intermediate sword technique, ‘Thirteen Slashes of the Waning Moon,’ has already reached the seventh form. Its power is incredible—one slash can cut down a big tree. Who else can compare?”

“Unlike some people, whose strength is weak and can’t even master basic martial techniques. Yet they’re delusional enough to think they can get into the only academy in Luyang Prefecture—like an ant trying to shake a tree, not knowing their own limits!”

“When he embarrasses himself in the exam, let’s see how he’ll face anyone then!”

Eric Johnson held his head high, thoroughly enjoying their flattery.

He, Eric Johnson, had always been the top of the class in the martial arts department; no one dared challenge him in martial techniques.

Yesterday, William Harris suddenly appeared and exposed the flaws in his sword technique in public—his most humiliating moment.

But it didn’t matter; revenge could wait a day.

Today, he would use his true strength to crush William Harris in the exam hall and reclaim his prestige as the top martial student in the class!

“That’s right, talking big and boasting is useless. Let’s see what you’re really made of in the exam hall!”

William Harris smiled faintly, completely unfazed by their mockery.

Chapter 6: I Only Know the ‘Basic Three Techniques’

In the martial training field of Luyang Prefecture Academy, five chief examiners and dozens of assistant examiners were overseeing the assessment. They would personally evaluate each candidate’s martial arts strength, including their cultivation level and mastery of martial techniques.

There were five groups of candidates being tested simultaneously, so the assessment was moving at a decent pace.

The assessment line kept moving forward, and it was almost William Harris and Eric Johnson’s turn.

Eric Johnson’s eyes darted slyly as he grinned, “William Harris, just taking the assessment like this is too boring. How about we make it interesting? Let’s make a bet.”

“Oh? What kind of bet?”

William Harris frowned slightly.

He hadn’t wanted to bother with Eric Johnson, but this guy was like a buzzing fly, always jumping out to make noise. He wished he could just swat Eric Johnson away.

“Let’s bet on who gets a higher martial arts score from the examiner! Whoever loses has to bark like a dog in public! Of course, if you admit you’re a coward and don’t want to bet, I won’t force you. What do you all think?”

Eric Johnson smirked, squinting as he looked at the surrounding lackey martial students.

“Of course!”

“William Harris, you were so impressive in class yesterday—don’t tell me you’re suddenly turning into a coward now!”

“Just compete with Brother Xing and let us see your ‘superb’ basic martial techniques.”

The surrounding lackey martial students all excitedly egged him on, afraid that William Harris wouldn’t dare to bet.

William Harris hesitated for a moment, then asked the ancient book Shawn in his heart, ‘Shawn, should I bet with him?’

‘Of course! Once you activate the ‘Martial God Demonstration,’ how could you lose to a useless second-level martial artist like him? Just use the ‘Basic Three Techniques’ and crush him!’

Shawn replied disdainfully, clearly looking down on Eric Johnson.

“Alright!”

William Harris agreed in a deep voice.

He wasn’t too confident about how effective Shawn’s ‘Martial God Demonstration’ would be.

But since Shawn was so sure, he’d take the bet.

“Silence—! It’s your turn for the assessment!”

At the front of the line, several examiners sat at the table, one of them glaring over.

The group of young martial students immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

“Eric Johnson! It’s your turn.”

“Here!”

“Today, I’ll show everyone what true mastery of an intermediate sword technique looks like!”