“George Green is only twenty-six years old and has already reached the Organ Refining stage. Such strength is considered outstanding even among the outer disciples of the Hunyuan Heavenly Sect. If George Green is fortunate enough to go to the Hunyuan Heavenly Sect and pass the outer sect examination, he might well create a bright future for himself.”

　　A gentle, refreshing smile appeared on Ethan Brooks’s pretty face, and her words were equally soothing.

　　“Hunyuan Heavenly Sect, huh... The sect recruits disciples once every five years, and any young martial artist under thirty can go... The next recruitment is in a year, right? I’ll definitely go then. I don’t expect to become an inner disciple or even a personal disciple of an elder in one go like Miss Ethan, but I must at least secure a spot as an outer disciple.”

　　A look of confidence flashed in George Green’s eyes.

　　Ethan Brooks smiled faintly, while Karen Miller sized him up and down: “With your current strength, you might just barely make it as an outer disciple... But if you want to become an inner disciple, you’ll need either exceptional talent or to complete Organ Refining and Blood Exchange before thirty. Otherwise, if you miss the chance, you’ll never enter the inner sect in this lifetime.”

　　“Huh, a fight’s breaking out?”

　　At this moment, Linda Green suddenly turned her gaze toward the alley.

　　“These people from the Zhuo family are useless when it comes to outsiders, relying only on Nalan Fei’s name to bluff and deceive. But when it comes to internal strife, they’re ruthless. It’s said that several elders and the clan head scheme against each other every day. If they can’t even unite among themselves, how can they talk about development?”

　　James Walker said with disdain.

　　“Without a Blood Exchange grandmaster to hold things together, of course everyone forms their own factions.”

　　George Green’s expression was calm, and his gaze happened to fall on Brian Carter, who was stepping forward with a sword: “Looks like Brian Foster wants to make a move? Of Henry Foster, Samuel Foster, and Robert Foster, aside from Robert Foster, who can he beat? Wasn’t the lesson Samuel Foster gave him four days ago enough?”

　　“This Brian Foster is the direct descendant of the Zhuo family. I’ve never actually seen him fight. Why don’t we go down and watch the fun?”

　　James Walker suggested.

　　“Just what I was thinking.”

　　Charles Reed laughed heartily.

　　“As the host wishes...”

　　Ethan Brooks nodded slightly.

　　……

　　“Was it you who injured me four days ago?”

　　“That’s right, it was me. What, Brian Foster, you look a bit unconvinced? If you’re not convinced, then hit me.”

　　Samuel Foster stepped forward, staring at Brian Foster, his eyes full of provocation.

　　“You weren’t really ordered to bring me back to the clan, were you? You’re just using that as an excuse to force us, so you can attack us under the pretense of self-defense?”

　　Brian Carter’s words made William Foster pause for a moment, and then her face immediately turned ugly.

　　Her father, David Foster, is the clan head, and Brian Foster is the direct descendant. If the family really wanted to arrest him, at least an elder would have to come in person. How could they send three juniors? She had been too anxious just now and acted without thinking, giving them the excuse to make the first move!

　　“Pretty quick-witted. I thought you were just an idiot obsessed with women! But even if you know our purpose, so what? Could it be that you still dare to—”

　　“Smack!”

　　Before Samuel Foster could finish his provocative words, Brian Carter struck directly.

　　With a slight twist of his sword at an unbelievable angle and speed, he slapped Samuel Foster’s left cheek. The tremendous force sent him flying sideways, crashing to the ground. Before he could get up, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth...

　　“You... you...”

　　Samuel Foster was stunned by Brian Carter’s sword strike. Although he had provoked him verbally, he was actually on guard against a sudden attack. But when Brian Carter really struck with the flat of his sword, he couldn’t react at all, and could only watch as he was sent flying...

　　But he just thought he was caught off guard. Humiliated and with his mouth full of broken teeth from Brian Carter’s sword, he immediately scrambled up and roared in anger, “You beast, I’ll kill you—”

　　“Whoosh!”

　　Brian Carter suddenly lunged forward, his sword once again striking at an impossible angle. Before Samuel Foster could finish his words, he was hit again by the flat of the sword!

　　“Smack!”

　　Just as he got up, Samuel Foster was struck on the right cheek by another sword slap, the force sending him crashing to the ground again, blood filling his mouth.

　　“Go on, I’d like to see if a dog like you can spit out anything but filth.”

　　Brian Carter stood in front of Samuel Foster, his tone calm.

　　“You...”

　　“Robert Foster, what are you standing there for? Let’s go at him together!”

　　Seeing Samuel Foster so easily beaten to the ground by Brian Carter’s two sword strikes, Henry Foster shouted angrily.

　　Robert Foster snapped to attention, suddenly coming to his senses. Drawing his treasured sword, he charged forward: “Brian Carter, how dare you be so ruthless to your own clansmen, we—”

　　“Smack!”

　　Brian Carter spun around, his sword sweeping out in a 180-degree arc. Robert Foster, who had rushed forward with his sword, could clearly see the trajectory, but could only watch helplessly as he was struck and sent flying, following in Samuel Foster’s footsteps, spitting out blood and broken teeth.

　　“You... your strength penetrates to the bone... Have you reached the Marrow Cleansing stage?”