"Eh!" Everyone practicing their palm techniques and strength training stopped what they were doing, and even Samuel Foster, who was drinking tea under the shade of a tree, put down his teacup.

Edward Grant had challenged William Carter to spar not just once or twice; every time, it was a one-sided thrashing. Everyone had long since gotten used to it and couldn't be bothered to watch anymore.

As for Samuel Foster, it went without saying—Edward Grant and William Carter's matches were nothing more than child's play to him, not even worth mentioning.

Of course, Samuel Foster could also see that Edward Grant was deliberately picking on William Carter, but so what? Having lived so many years, Samuel Foster had seen through it all. Besides, William Carter used to be a bit arrogant, never putting himself in the right place. Every time Edward Grant gave him trouble, he didn't know how to beg for mercy, and in private, he was always sneaking glances at Luo Yuke, clearly not having given up.

Samuel Foster was someone who had been through it all; he knew reality was harsh. In his view, Edward Grant giving William Carter a hard time might not be a bad thing. First, it could help him recognize reality and learn to keep a low profile, giving him a better chance of survival in the future; second, having the chance to spar with Edward Grant could still improve William Carter's actual combat skills.

Of course, if Edward Grant ever went too far, Samuel Foster would step in.

But for now, to Samuel Foster, it was just young people fooling around, and he couldn't be bothered to interfere.

However, just now, William Carter hadn't been beaten into a mess by Edward Grant, forced to retreat again and again. Instead, he sidestepped and counterattacked, forcing Edward Grant to leap back to avoid him. This was truly beyond Samuel Foster's expectations.

Sensing everyone's eyes on him, Edward Grant felt a rush of blood to his head, and with a furious roar, like an enraged tiger, he charged forward again. His hand rose and fell like a knife, still using his wide, fast, and fierce attacking style.

Clearly, Edward Grant thought William Carter's move just now was just a stroke of luck, a fleeting flash of inspiration.

William Carter saw that Edward Grant was still trying to seize the center line, stepping into the middle to attack him head-on. He sneered inwardly, his expression calm as he sidestepped again and took the opportunity to counterattack.

Edward Grant hadn't expected his swift and fierce attacks to be dodged by William Carter twice in a row, and to be forced back by his counterattacks. He was both shocked and angry, his face turning frighteningly dark.

"Didn't expect it. You haven't sparred with me for a while, but you've improved quite a bit!" Edward Grant stared at William Carter with eyes as cold as knives, his steps gliding across the ground as he circled around him, his hands shifting into knife-like palms, constantly changing, like a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment.

He finally put away his underestimation.

Compared to Edward Grant circling around, looking fully alert and cautious, William Carter stood motionless, exuding the calm confidence of a true expert.

This scene left everyone watching in astonishment.

"Interesting!" Even Samuel Foster was intrigued.

While everyone was surprised, Edward Grant suddenly launched another attack. This time, he completely abandoned his careless attitude. Not only did his palm strikes become much more varied, changing from the previous wide-open, quick-finish style, but he also combined them with dazzling footwork.

With this change, Edward Grant finally revealed his true talent and the depth of his skin-and-muscle-level martial arts.

William Carter kept dodging without counterattacking, his expression growing more serious.

"His moves change too much, too fast, and my body's foundation is far inferior to his. Even if I spot his flaws in advance, my hands and feet can't keep up with my mind, so I can't seize the opportunity. But even though he's a skin-and-muscle-level martial artist, with surging energy and blood, he can't keep up this storm-like, intense attack for long. For now, I'll just keep stalling him. Once his energy wanes, that's my chance to strike back."

Edward Grant saw that he was pressing William Carter hard, his momentum growing, and a look of pride and ferocity appeared on his face. He thought that with just a bit more effort, he could beat William Carter into a pulp.

Chapter 11: Steady as a Dog

"Come on, if you've got the guts, take me head-on! You coward, you wimp!" After a flurry of attacks, Edward Grant saw that William Carter dodged every time at the crucial moment, as if he could predict the future. He finally started to lose his cool, shouting taunts in an attempt to provoke and unsettle William Carter.

But Edward Grant had no idea that in his previous life, William Carter was a man of iron will. Even after being diagnosed with ALS, he wasn't defeated, but instead was full of fighting spirit. After his soul crossed over, he merged with the remnant consciousness of an old demon, gaining even more cunning and insight into human nature.

With such petty tricks, Edward Grant could never shake his composure.

William Carter continued to move calmly and steadily.

Steady as a dog!

It wasn't long before Edward Grant began to show signs of fatigue. His moves and speed were no longer as smooth and fast as before, and his flaws grew larger and more numerous.

But William Carter didn't rush to strike. Beneath his calm expression, his eyes glinted with a chilling, snake-like coldness, as if a venomous serpent was lurking in the grass, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.

At this moment, everyone in the training ground was already captivated by the duel between Edward Grant and William Carter.