“Let’s make it clear first, this is just a friendly match—no one should go too hard, know your limits.” Olivia Scott spoke, and as her words fell, sounds came from the distant helipad—two mechanical robots quickly ran over.

The cold, metallic robots were intelligent, each equipped with deadly technological weapons, standing guard at the edge of the lawn, staring at Kevin Turner and David Miller.

Kevin Turner’s pupils contracted slightly. He knew that Olivia Scott was issuing a silent warning, mainly aimed at him, afraid he might cause a bloody incident here with his super techniques.

He nodded and said, “Alright, it’s settled. I just want to see if there’s still a future for those who practice the old techniques, or if it’s truly a dead end.”

Kevin Turner was tall, with short hair and a glossy, wheat-colored complexion, making him look especially strong and powerful. Once he assumed an offensive stance, he exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.

In a brief moment, David Miller activated his internal cultivation method, exhaling a breath of turbid air tinged with the scent of alcohol. He had drunk quite a bit tonight, which was somewhat disadvantageous for him.

“Do you want to rest for a bit?” Eric Turner asked.

Brian Carter quickly nodded. “That’s right, after drinking so much, your reflexes and everything else definitely won’t keep up.”

“Give me a few minutes,” David Miller said.

Then, he closed his eyes, using the foundational method inherited from a pre-Qin tomb sorcerer, following a unique rhythm, visualizing the light of stars and moon transforming into a rain of light that merged into his body.

At the same time, he also visualized turbid air constantly being expelled from his pores, exchanging with the moonlight and starlight.

Visualizing such scenes wasn’t unusual; existing internal cultivation and meditation methods all involved this kind of practice, but the unique frequency and rhythm were crucial.

The foundational method of the pre-Qin sorcerers had an astonishing origin and produced incredible effects.

Many people had the illusion that David Miller was shrouded in a layer of pure white light, favored by the stars and moon, making him appear somewhat hazy and ethereal.

This strange phenomenon shocked everyone—was it really possible to practice the old techniques like this? There was still a path forward after all.

Six minutes later, David Miller opened his eyes and said, “I’m ready.”

He was tall and not at all thin, well-proportioned and strong. In the night, his expression was calm and composed.

“We’ve been waiting for you to say that!”

Kevin Turner charged straight over, stirring up a fierce wind. He was so fast that many people didn’t even react before they saw several deep footprints left on the lawn.

Wherever he stepped, the soil and green grass exploded, a testament to his tremendous power.

Bang!

David Miller reacted quickly, lifting his foot to kick up a long wooden table laden with buffet food, sending it crashing toward the charging figure.

What made everyone’s hearts tremble was that Kevin Turner, like a humanoid lion or tiger, didn’t stop at all—he smashed through the sturdy long wooden table with a single palm.

With a cracking sound, the entire table shattered and flew in all directions. Everyone hurried to dodge, their faces changing instantly.

Kevin Turner was too fierce, exuding wildness. Such attack power was terrifying—if it landed on a person, it would definitely be life-threatening, the force immense.

David Miller shifted his body slightly, moving with incredible agility, dodging Kevin Turner’s powerful palm in an instant, letting him pounce like a tiger or leopard and miss, lunging forward with half his body.

David Miller’s palm followed through, slashing at the passing Kevin Turner with such force that the air itself vibrated.

Kevin Turner was indeed formidable. In the instant he rushed past, his right rear elbow struck backward, colliding with David Miller’s palm, producing a dull thud.

Both of their bodies swayed slightly as Kevin Turner charged past.

In the next instant, Kevin Turner turned and charged again, leaping into the air like a ferocious black tiger pouncing on its prey—extremely dangerous and wild, his fists and feet aimed at David Miller.

This time, David Miller didn’t dodge. He spun swiftly and decisively, swinging his leg toward the airborne opponent.

With a bang, it was as if muffled thunder struck in midair—the deep, powerful sound made everyone’s hearts tremble.

Kevin Turner was sent flying, but his body was agile. Though he wobbled slightly upon landing, he still managed to stand steadily.

“You really do have some skills.” He stared at David Miller, deeply surprised.

“You’re using the old techniques—what about the so-called new techniques?” David Miller asked him.

Kevin Turner replied, “If I can defeat you with the old techniques, wouldn’t that be easier? There’s no need for me to use the new techniques yet.”

He still radiated a dangerous aura, making his offensive intent clear. His body was tense, ready to launch another fierce attack at any moment.

“What I’m using is just the framework of the old techniques. My strength doesn’t come from qi-gathering or internal cultivation. We’ve kept up with the times—long ago, we integrated genetic advancements.”

Kevin Turner didn’t mind revealing his foundation, because for him, it was just about physical strength and power, not the source of super techniques.

Nearby, the spectators felt a chill in their hearts. The students from Nova knew what was going on.

A long time ago, people on Nova had already begun research in this area—genetic optimization and editing for newborns, though most of it was done in secret to avoid public backlash.

Kevin Turner’s powerful physical strength didn’t come from qi-gathering or internal cultivation, but purely from genetic advancements. For ordinary people, his strength was terrifying and impossible to match.