This only highlights how terrifying Henry Grant is. He does not devote himself solely to the way of the sword, yet his swordsmanship is already at the pinnacle of the current era, one of the mountains in the hearts of countless swordsmen.

Many people say that if Henry Grant had specialized in swordsmanship, then today he might have appeared as a Sword Saint in the Dao Realm, which would be another form of supreme power.

Only now do they understand that what Henry Grant meant was that Ethan Stone couldn't even force him to make a move.

What astonishing confidence this is—this is truly the number one righteous cultivator of the present age!

“Damn it, is the Dao Realm really this powerful?” Jason Harris's expression changed. To them, Dao Realm experts were legendary figures; it had been a long time since the righteous path had produced a Dao Realm master.

Even he had never faced a Dao Realm expert directly, and now, just the aftershocks alone made him feel unsteady on his feet.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Ethan Stone's body was trembling slightly. One could imagine the immense pressure he was under.

Ethan Stone's eyes burst forth with golden light, like sword beams shooting out. He was exerting all his strength to withstand the aura coming from Henry Grant.

He had ultimately underestimated a Dao Realm master!

Just the aura alone made him feel suffocated, as if a divine mountain was pressing down on him.

“Impossible! This sword is my Dao—whoever blocks me dies!” Ethan Stone shouted, his entire body radiating sword energy.

In the eyes of the crowd, Ethan Stone even seemed to transform into a sword drawn from its sheath, his sword aura shaking the heavens.

“He's achieved unity of man and sword!”

Someone recognized Ethan Stone's state—it was the rare unity of man and sword. Under the pressure of Henry Grant, he was still able to enter this state; such talent was indeed rare in this world.

“Unity of man and sword?” Henry Grant sneered. He had already reached this stage in his previous life, and now he had gone even further, breaking through the unity of man and sword to reach a brand new realm.

A man is still a man, and a sword is still a sword!

His artistic conception surpassed even the unity of man and sword!

In the world, perhaps only the Sword Saint of the East Sea could compete with him in swordsmanship.

Henry Grant stepped forward again, and with each stride, his aura grew stronger. The clouds in the sky were scattered, leaving only clear blue skies.

“Pfft!” Ethan Stone spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly falling out of the unity of man and sword.

Ethan Stone half-knelt on the ground. Though he still held his treasured sword, everyone could see that he was at the end of his strength, unable to unleash that final strike.

“Boom!”

Henry Grant took another step forward, as if stepping on everyone's hearts. It felt as if someone was pressing a foot against their chests, making even a heartbeat seem like a luxury.

At the same time, Ethan Stone let out a muffled groan, spat out another mouthful of blood, and was sent flying backward.

He was completely unable to maintain the sword aura of the Fourteenth Form of the Flying Immortal Sword, which dissipated in midair.

“The Sect Master really did it! He made a sword fanatic of such caliber unable to even make a move! It's terrifying—just like an ordinary human throwing a punch at a god!”

An elder of the Taichu Sect muttered to himself.

Most others remained motionless, staring fixedly at the two figures in the sky. This battle was beyond their imagination.

At this moment, a figure flashed out and caught the falling Ethan Stone—it was the Sect Master of the Flying Immortal Sect, Jason Harris.

“Sect Master Grant, this was just a sparring match. Was it really necessary to go so far?” Jason Harris said sarcastically, staring at Henry Grant.

Henry Grant merely glanced at him. By crushing the sword fanatic Ethan Stone with nothing but his aura, he had pushed his own momentum to its peak, feeling secretly delighted.

He hadn't expected his former peak strength to be so formidable!

“Did I even make a move?” Henry Grant sneered. “He overestimated himself by challenging me, yet couldn't even withstand my aura. If I had actually attacked, taking his life would have been as easy as turning my hand!”

“Congratulations, Host! You have defeated the Transcendence Realm Great Perfection, sword fanatic Ethan Stone, and gained 3,000 luck points!”

The system's cold voice echoed in Henry Grant's mind.

Chapter 9: This Round Was Worth It

Three thousand points!

Henry Grant's eyes lit up!

Three thousand points—meaning this round was a net gain, a profit of two thousand points!

He had originally feared someone might recklessly expose his paper tiger nature, but now it seemed that as long as he controlled the timing, this could be a path to wealth.

Jason Harris was left speechless. Indeed, from start to finish, it was Ethan Stone who attacked, while Henry Grant never truly made a move. He subdued Ethan Stone with nothing but his aura. The gap was obvious to all. If he continued to argue, he would only make a fool of himself.

“Sect Master Harris, do you also wish to challenge me?” Henry Grant said coldly, though inside he was secretly excited. This peak experience card could maintain his peak strength for a quarter of an hour. Now, Henry Grant felt he could easily defeat Jason Harris as well.

“I wouldn't mind sparring with you!”

Jason Harris stared intently at Henry Grant. This was completely different from what he had expected. Not only had Henry Grant not died from the so-called Seven-Day Death Pill, but his strength seemed completely unaffected, still at its peak.