Chief examiner Ethan Johnson said impatiently.

‘Shang, initiate “Martial Demonstration”! 《Basic Three Techniques》!’

William Harris suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped forward.

Since they looked down on him, he would let them witness what true 《Basic Three Techniques》 martial arts and an extraordinary level really were.

The moment he took that step.

William Harris’s entire aura changed completely.

He became incomparably calm, as still as a statue that had stood proud and unshakable for a thousand years.

His gaze grew deep, ethereal and distant, as if he stood alone atop a mountain peak, gazing into the far-off sky.

Even the distant sky seemed to change, all the light in that instant gathering upon William Harris.

In this vast martial training ground, only his figure remained, only he was displaying martial arts.

No one else could steal even a sliver of his brilliance!

With that step.

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed.

All the grouped young martial candidates, all the group examiners, were shocked to their core, staring fixedly at William Harris, frozen and unable to turn away.

Everyone who saw William Harris take that step was left utterly stunned.

The martial technique had only just begun, yet the powerful aura it released actually stirred the entire examination ground!

Chapter 7: The Divine Realm of the Three Techniques!

The previously noisy and bustling academy courtyard instantly fell into dead silence.

Within William Harris’s sea of consciousness, the pages of the ancient book 《Shang》 flipped rapidly, locating the three martial arts of 《Basic Three Techniques》, activating the Martial God Demonstration. A faint glow immediately emanated from the divine book.

William Harris felt that the moment he activated the ‘Martial God Demonstration’, he entered a wondrous and mysterious state.

“Basic footwork!”

William Harris took a step.

“Whoosh!”

His footwork was as agile as a spirit crane soaring through the boundless clouds, its movements appearing and disappearing. In that instant, he became unfathomable, his figure blurred, making it impossible for any enemy to predict where he would land.

“This~ this is basic footwork?”

“How is it even more profound than advanced footwork?”

“Even the best martial student in footwork from the top ten junior martial academies can’t match a thousandth of this.”

Countless young martial candidates were deeply shaken in that instant, their eyes wide, a wave of awe rising from the depths of their hearts.

That kind of wonder had reached an extreme.

Even those martial students who never practiced footwork were utterly entranced.

The five instructors showed looks of astonishment, their expressions changing dramatically, unconsciously straightening their backs.

Such basic footwork could not be achieved by casual practice; it was absolutely the result of pouring in all one’s effort and relentless refinement. Only the most elite martial artists in their later stages might come close to this level—but only just barely.

“Basic fist technique!”

William Harris threw a punch.

“Bang!”

His fist was like a drop of mercury falling onto a vermilion plate, splashing up, smooth and agile, containing an indescribable mystical power within.

This punch, light and graceful in spirit, yet held terrifying explosive force, enough to deliver a flawless, lethal blow to an enemy.

This punch made almost all the young martial candidates and teachers’ pupils contract sharply. Their hearts spasmed violently, as if instinctively fearing that this punch would land on themselves.

“Thud!”

William Harris kicked in midair.

The force was precise to the tiniest degree, a single strike breaking through, his leg seemed to be the measuring rule of heaven and earth, measuring the world inch by inch. No matter how agile the opponent’s movement, they could not escape this strike.

All the young martial candidates and examiners stared at William Harris in shock, holding their breath, not daring to miss a single detail.

They desperately wanted to absorb the essence of that moment, to improve themselves.

If they missed it, they would regret it for life.

One step!

One punch!

One kick!

The simplest 《Basic Three Techniques》 martial arts.

In William Harris’s demonstration, they all seemed so effortless, at his fingertips, yet made people feel they were perfectly natural, reaching the pinnacle of the basic three techniques.

This didn’t seem like basic martial arts at all, but perfection to the extreme, almost miraculous.

Even late-stage martial experts would be at a loss before such moves, unable to discern any of the mysteries hidden in William Harris’s basic offensive and defensive techniques.

No way to attack, no way to evade, nowhere to hide.

William Harris performed a total of one punch, one kick, one step—three moves, completing the demonstration of 《Basic Three Techniques》.

The entire process took less than a single breath.

He regained control of his body, took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his stance, his face a little pale.

Activating the ‘Martial Demonstration’ once had nearly exhausted all his mental strength and physical energy.

No wonder Shang had repeatedly warned him never to activate martial arts above the basic level. Just the simplest 《Basic Three Techniques》 had already pushed him to his limit. If he activated a higher-level martial art’s Martial God Demonstration, he might collapse on the spot from depleted energy and blood.

William Harris swayed slightly, but gritted his teeth and held on, waiting for the examiner’s verdict. If he lost points for fainting, it would be a waste of this Martial God Demonstration.

On the training ground, a dense crowd of heads, not a sound to be heard.

They all stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, utterly shocked.