The battle between Ethan Clark and Brian Clark instantly attracted some disciples of the Changsheng Sect. As they gathered around and saw the two fighting, looks of disbelief appeared on their faces.

“When did the useless Ethan Clark become so powerful? Brian Clark is at the first level of the True Qi Realm, yet he’s not even a match for him?”

“There’s no way the useless Ethan Clark can beat Senior Brother Brian Clark. Senior Brother Clark has already been accepted as a registered disciple by Elder Deng and is now an inner sect senior brother. But the useless Ethan Clark is the son of the Demon Suppressing King. I think Brian Clark is just letting him hit him for fun!”

The Changsheng Sect disciples on the side were all discussing animatedly.

“For fun... for fun... for fun...”

These three words reached Brian Clark’s ears, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Brian Clark’s face flushed red in an instant, an overwhelming sense of humiliation surging in his heart. He roared, “Ethan Clark, I’m going to kill you!”

Clang!

Brian Clark drew the blue longsword from his back with one hand, pouring his surging true qi into it. The sword emitted a faint glow as he slashed it down toward Ethan Clark.

“Too slow!”

Ethan Clark stood with his hands behind his back, and with just a single step, Brian Clark’s attack landed on empty air.

Swish, swish, swish!

Brian Clark struck rapidly, cold sword light slicing through the air and leaving afterimages, but Ethan Clark still looked completely at ease. With just a few steps, he dodged all of Brian Clark’s sword strikes, then slapped out with his hand again.

Smack!

The other side of Brian Clark’s face swelled up as well, a mix of blood and teeth spraying from his mouth. He was sent flying more than ten yards, crashing hard onto the plaza.

“Wasn’t that the Changsheng Footwork that Ethan Clark just used? But when did the Changsheng Footwork become so powerful?”

The disciples of the Changsheng Sect showed a trace of disbelief in their eyes. Brian Clark’s Changsheng Sword Technique couldn’t even touch Ethan Clark’s clothes. This footwork was simply miraculous.

“It must be the Changsheng Footwork!”

An inner sect disciple said gravely, “The Changsheng Sword Technique, Changsheng Fist Technique, and Changsheng Footwork are all just foundation-level martial arts of the Changsheng Sect, only upper yellow grade, but they were left behind by the Supreme Patriarch. If you can comprehend their essence, they possess tremendous power! I once saw the sect master use the Changsheng Footwork—dozens of disciples attacked at once, but none could even touch the sect master’s clothes!”

“How is that possible? How could the useless Ethan Clark have trained the Changsheng Footwork to this level?”

Many disciples still found it hard to believe.

“I don’t know either! But this fight doesn’t look like it’s just for fun!”

The inner sect disciple shrugged and said with a wry smile.

“Ethan Clark, what are you doing?!”

Suddenly, Emily Foster cried out in alarm, looking at Ethan Clark as he walked toward her, panic in her eyes.

Chapter 0005: The Disciplinary Hall

“Although I don’t like hitting women, you’re an exception!”

Ethan Clark walked toward Emily Foster step by step, his expression utterly indifferent.

“You... go to hell!”

A sharp dagger appeared in Emily Foster’s hand. She lunged forward like an arrow, stabbing fiercely at Ethan Clark’s chest.

Although Emily Foster was also at the first level of the True Qi Realm, facing Ethan Clark at this moment, her heart was filled with fear.

Smack!

Ethan Clark simply sidestepped, causing the dagger to miss, then slapped Emily Foster across the face.

Emily Foster’s fair, delicate face instantly swelled up, a mouthful of blood spraying out as she crashed to the ground with a scream.

“Yiyi, let’s attack together and kill him!”

Brian Clark and Emily Foster were nearly driven mad, their eyes fixed on Ethan Clark filled with venomous hatred. This humiliation made them want to go crazy.

At this moment, only by killing Ethan Clark could they wash away this shame.

Swish, swish, swish!

Brian Clark and Emily Foster both slashed at Ethan Clark with their swords, sword light filling the air, but they couldn’t even touch the hem of Ethan Clark’s clothes, all their attacks missing.

Smack! Smack!

Two more slaps landed, and Brian Clark and Emily Foster’s faces swelled even more, blood spraying from their mouths, their hair disheveled, looking utterly miserable.

The most satisfying thing isn’t defeating your enemy, but humiliating him, crushing him, trampling him, so that your shadow forever hangs over his heart.

After giving Brian Clark and Emily Foster a thorough beating, Ethan Clark felt all the resentment in his body completely dissipate, and his soul and body had fully merged, flawless and perfect.

“Stop!”

Just as Ethan Clark was beating up Brian Clark and Emily Foster, a cold voice rang out. More than a dozen Changsheng Sect disciples in black walked over from the distance.

Each of them exuded a powerful aura, their faces stern, their bodies radiating strong true qi fluctuations—they were all experts of the True Qi Realm.

At the head was a handsome young man, tall and slender, carrying an ancient sword on his back. Seeing Ethan Clark beating up Brian Clark and Emily Foster, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

“Ethan Clark, you have cruelly harmed your fellow disciples with ruthless attacks. According to the sect rules, your cultivation will be abolished and you will be expelled from the sect!”

The handsome young man was a Disciplinary Hall disciple, Andrew Brooks, who shouted sternly at Ethan Clark.