This kind of stunning interplay of light and shadow far surpasses those fantasy films of the previous life. Both have already reached the peak of the Mortal Shedding Realm, and compared to the acquired and innate stages, the greatest difference of the Mortal Shedding Realm is the gradual shedding of the mortal body, and the initial acquisition of the ability to fly.

At the very least, there’s no need to shout during a great battle, “Emperor ahead, do you dare dismount and fight!”

Their battlefield is not limited to the ground; they fight all the way up into midair.

Henry Grant had no mind to think about anything else at this moment. He was using this rare opportunity to verify what he had learned, gaining an ever deeper mastery of all his knowledge.

Everything learned by his previous self surfaced in his mind. To many disciples, the battle between the two seemed incomparably fierce, but in Henry Grant’s eyes, he could see everything clearly. Even as the two had just exchanged their first move, Henry Grant had already deduced the next ten, even twenty moves in his mind, without the slightest error.

This ability to deduce had already far surpassed Henry Grant’s original capabilities, putting him into a near godlike state of learning. “Drawing inferences from one instance” was not enough to describe it—it should be drawing inferences from one to thirty, even three hundred.

The effect of the Aptitude Enhancement Card had instantly elevated him from an ordinary person to a peerless genius, granting him knowledge he had never encountered in his previous life.

“The outcome is decided!”

Henry Grant spoke slowly. Although the two in the arena were still fighting fiercely, in Henry Grant’s mind, the victor had already been determined.

In the end, it was Emma Collins, who had inherited his teachings, who was superior. Although their cultivation levels were about the same, in terms of martial arts, Emma Collins was clearly a level above.

Emily Thompson’s swordsmanship was at its peak, her sword energy sweeping everywhere, her movement flawless. Combined, she was nearly unmatched among her peers.

However, Emma Collins wielded a very simple iron sword technique—an unadorned heavy sword, great skill appearing clumsy.

No matter how many ways you attack, I only need one sword to strike your vital point.

So even though Emily Thompson’s attacks were as fierce as a storm, Emma Collins could often break through with a single move. Her swordsmanship philosophy had already become the art of simplifying complexity, transcending the ordinary.

Still, Emily Thompson was outstanding; in the future, it wouldn’t take long for her to have hopes of reaching the Transcendence Realm.

Henry Grant had no intention of suppressing her. As the leader of the Taichu Sect, in theory, the entire sect was his support. Even a vice leader who had once competed for the position, he dared to use without reservation. A mere junior naturally didn’t concern him.

The elders sitting not far from Henry Grant were still puzzled, but just a moment later, after dozens of moves, Emma Collins had already thrust her sword to Emily Thompson’s throat.

They were secretly shocked— the sect leader had predicted the outcome so far in advance, making them feel even more that a Dao Realm master was truly unfathomable.

“Senior Sister Thompson, thanks for letting me win!” Emma Collins giggled, a bit carefree.

“Junior Sister Collins indeed remarkable, worthy of being the sect leader’s true disciple!”

Emily Thompson said coolly.

“You flatter me, you flatter me!”

Emma Collins chuckled, then impatiently soared into the sky, coming to Henry Grant’s side.

“Master, your disciple didn’t embarrass you, right?” Emma Collins grinned, her smile as radiant as a flower.

“Not bad.” Henry Grant uttered two words indifferently.

Emma Collins seemed used to her master’s aloof demeanor.

Suddenly, she felt herself enveloped by a sword intent, making her hair stand on end and her whole body shiver.

She turned her head and saw, in the guest seats, the famous sword fanatic Ethan Stone holding a long sword, staring intently at her master.

She almost instinctively wanted to raise her sword in defense, but soon, a gentle true essence spread out, dissolving that cold sword intent into nothing.

Ethan Stone was already eager to fight Henry Grant. Even though the other was already in the legendary Dao Realm, for a sword cultivator like him, realms meant nothing. No matter what divine abilities you have, I will break them all with a single sword.

“Feixian Sect, Ethan Stone, requests guidance from Master Grant!”

Ethan Stone stepped forward and shouted loudly.

The whole place was instantly in an uproar, the atmosphere boiling over.

Many people stared fixedly at the two above. These were two peerless experts, especially since both held the status of wielders of ten famous swords—each one a swordsmanship peak countless sword cultivators could only look up to.

Henry Grant sat on the throne, unmoving, slowly glanced over, and said to Ethan Stone: “Ethan Stone, though I have not fought you, you must understand that today, the gap between us is as vast as heaven and earth. If your strength is no different from before, I advise you to admit defeat early, lest you lose face for nothing!”

Henry Grant’s tone was lofty, as if instructing a junior, but no one felt anything was wrong. With Henry Grant’s realm, this was only natural.

“Master Grant, based on the Thirteen Swords of Feixian, I have comprehended the fourteenth style of the Feixian Sword. It was originally meant to challenge the Sword Saint of the East Sea, but since I have the chance today, I ask Master Grant to help hone this sword for me first!” Ethan Stone said.

“How arrogant!”

“Impudent!”

“Ethan Stone, have you eaten a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall? Do you think our sect leader is inferior to the Sword Saint of the East Sea?”