“It's bad, it's bad, this time I might really be killed by that girl Eddie, only three minutes left.”

　　After parking the car in the underground garage, Brian Carter changed from his regular clothes into his military academy uniform at an unbelievable speed, then ran toward the elevator upstairs.

　　Just as he turned the stairs, Brian Carter's expression suddenly froze. Only two meters ahead, several burly men in sharp black suits were escorting a woman in white at the front. He was extremely surprised—judging by their attire, they were outsiders, and clearly unrelated to the military. Yet, the way they moved exuded a strong military aura, making it impossible to guess their true identities.

　　In fact, back in the parking lot, he had already noticed three unfamiliar vehicles with civilian plates parked there, but hadn't paid much attention at the time. It was only upon seeing these people that he recalled it. He wondered why the principal had let them in.

　　But Brian Carter didn't care much about any of this. The real problem now was that he was about to crash into the group ahead!

　　The corridor wasn't very wide to begin with, and these bodyguard-like men, each built like a tower, were blocking the way beside the woman, leaving almost no gap for him to squeeze through.

　　And Brian Carter had been moving so fast that it was basically impossible to stop before colliding with them. The distance was too short—even changing direction or vaulting over them was out of the question—

　　Just as he was getting anxious, Brian Carter's eyes suddenly lit up. The bodyguards seemed, intentionally or not, to be keeping a certain distance from the woman they were protecting. There was a half-body's width of space—he might be able to dash through!

　　Without thinking further, Brian Carter instinctively adjusted his direction. At that very moment, one of the men beside the woman turned his head—it was Paul Turner. Seeing the young man charging straight at them, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

　　“Alex, take him down!”

　　As soon as he spoke, a burly black man stepped in front of Brian Carter, his giant right hand reaching for the boy's shoulder.

　　Take him down, not just block him?

　　Brian Carter was momentarily stunned, then a look of resolve flashed across his face. Only two minutes and seventeen seconds left before the exam started—no matter what, he couldn't stop now!

　　He focused his energy at Baihui, and as a thread of inner strength surged from his dantian to his brain, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed. He could 'see' all possible movements the black man might make in the next three seconds. This was his 'special ability'—the only benefit he gained after being reborn. His only trump card for surviving in this war-torn world—foresight!

　　Ever since he was resurrected in this body, as long as he wished, he could see everything that might happen around him three seconds into the future!

　　Almost without hesitation, Brian Carter punched at the man's head. Twisting his body, he dodged the man's grab. The black man was surprised—this military academy student had shifted his body in less than a tenth of a second, evading all follow-up moves from his right hand, and the other hand, held in reserve, posed a great threat.

　　Slightly tilting his head, the black man reached for the student's collar with his left hand. Although the student fought fiercely, he still had no intention of harming him. But at that moment, the boy's fingers suddenly came together, and using his own forward momentum, he struck out quickly. It seemed aimless, just hitting the air in front of him, but ultimately landed on the black man's left forearm, at the Shousanli acupoint. The move looked bizarre, as if the man's left hand had run into the boy's fingers on its own.

　　The black man felt a numbness all over—this military academy student he hadn't even taken seriously had already slipped past him like the wind.

　　Paul Turner frowned, wanting to intervene. But Brian Carter's body shifted again, just barely dodging all possible attack routes, slipping past the woman in white by a hair's breadth.

　　Watching the boy's figure quickly recede, Paul Turner's expression turned grim again: “Alex! What level is his inner strength?”

　　“Earth Level, Fourth Stage!” the black man replied loudly, turning around.

　　The numbness spreading through his body had already been relieved with the help of his colleagues, but his movements were still a bit stiff. At his words, everyone present—including the beautiful young woman—showed looks of surprise.

　　In Galactic Year 542, the ancient martial arts grandmaster Ren Hualong divided ancient martial arts into Heaven and Earth levels at the Xiantian realm, each level further split into nine stages. For a military academy student in his early twenties to have Earth Level, Fourth Stage inner strength wasn't unusual. But the black man, Alex, was at Earth Level, Eighth Stage! Even in all of Greenfield City, he was one of the top experts.

　　Yet such a master, just one step away from Heaven Level, couldn't even withstand a single move from that boy!

Chapter 3: The Meeting