David Grant was sent flying with a response, tumbling more than twenty feet away like a dead dog.

"Wow!" A mouthful of bright red blood gushed from his lips, and his whole body quickly collapsed to the ground.

Eric Clark reached out and beckoned, and the "Demon-Subduing Tiger Ring" that had fallen to the ground flew into his hand. As a low-grade magical artifact, it had no spiritual imprint, and although it had been bound by blood, Eric Clark sent a spell over, completely erasing David Grant's aura from it.

He quickly put the item into his own storage pouch and said, "Your cultivation is too low. Having a graded artifact in your hands is a waste. From now on, I'll keep this for you!"

Silence, an extreme silence.

Who in the entire hall didn't know the famous Eric Clark? He was notorious for being shameless, unambitious, and a scoundrel who did nothing but brag and chase girls all day. But just now...

The "Peachwood Talisman Sword" was the lowest grade of magical artifact, not even ranked.

But to be able to control a "Peachwood Talisman Sword" to such a degree, to casually flick his hand and have three flashes of talismanic light appear in his palm—this was almost the limit of what this artifact could do. Was this really the same Eric Clark everyone usually looked down on?

You had to know, the South Sea Immortal Cultivation Academy was very particular about the magical artifacts given to low-level disciples.

Disciples below the fourth level of the acquired stage had not yet reached the "Enlightenment" realm, so even if they had a graded artifact, they couldn't unleash its true power.

Therefore, the "Peachwood Talisman Sword" was actually the most suitable low-level artifact. Talisman sword, talisman sword—it was a sword driven by talismans, and although this method greatly reduced its power,

at the very least, low-level disciples could use the talisman sword to perform different moves, and as long as their control was high, they could still unleash considerable combat strength.

It's just that, generally, which disciple would look up to something like a talisman sword? Who would waste energy on it?

Once they reached "Enlightenment" and could freely control graded artifacts, the talisman sword became worthless.

Eric Clark's victory today was entirely due to his mastery over the "Peachwood Talisman Sword," while David Grant, though he had a graded artifact, had not reached "Enlightenment" and couldn't bring out the artifact's power at all.

As one rose and the other fell, naturally Eric Clark gained the upper hand.

Perhaps Eric Clark's sword suppressing David Grant had shocked everyone too much, for the entire lecture hall was now extremely quiet.

Eric Clark's gaze swept over the faces of the crowd, and there were even some who avoided his eyes.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Eric Clark.

He thought of his previous life—even when he was in a wheelchair, as long as his mother pushed him through the school gates, everyone he passed by, no matter who they were, would look up to him.

A top student, renowned at South Sea University—who could compete with him?

The world had changed, but human nature remained the same. Dignity always belonged to the strong; this was the eternal, unchanging truth of the world.

"Master is coming!"

Someone shouted, and the quiet lecture hall instantly became noisy again.

Many who had been standing quickly sat down, and those who had left their seats scrambled back in a panic.

Eric Clark, almost without hesitation, rushed to the nearest empty seat and plopped down.

"Wow!" The crowd suddenly erupted, and Eric Clark felt countless eyes staring at him.

He looked around in confusion, but soon understood the reason—sitting next to him was a female disciple in a red robe. She had a pleasant face, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and exuded a certain charm.

This was... Helen Reed?

The gates of memory swung open, and Eric Clark suddenly realized—so it was a narrow road for enemies. A few weeks ago, when his lie was exposed, this woman had unleashed her fury and given him a harsh lesson.

Especially her "Longevity Leopard Tail Kick," which had landed squarely between his legs, nearly crippling his manhood.

It was because of that bout of unconsciousness that he inexplicably arrived in this world, and as soon as he got here, he became the laughingstock of all the disciples in the Talisman Hall.

Today, Helen Reed was wearing a red robe, clearly indicating her cultivation had broken through.

At South Sea Immortal Cultivation Academy, all disciples had strict dress codes: low-level disciples wore black robes, intermediate disciples wore red, and elite disciples wore purple. The hierarchy was strict and not to be overstepped.

When Eric Clark looked at Helen Reed, Helen Reed was also looking at him.

Eric Clark could clearly see a trace of disgust and contempt in her eyes.

He frowned inwardly, thinking this woman was obviously pretentious, mean, and snobbish. The previous owner of this body really had poor taste to be interested in her.

Naturally, Eric Clark turned his head away.

As he turned, his eyes suddenly lit up.

At the podium stood a young woman in white. Even though Eric Clark had lived two lifetimes and seen much, the moment he saw this woman, he couldn't help but feel deeply shaken.

The beauty of a woman lies first in her bearing.

This woman stood there gracefully, like a blooming lily, making it hard for anyone to look away after just one glance.

Her fair and delicate features, full and firm bosom, slender waist that could be held in one hand—every detail was flawless. Especially that noble, serene aura hidden within her lively spirit, which was even more moving.

Eric Clark was deeply moved, his expression almost changing dramatically.