"Isn't that right, Miss Helen Clark? That's what a status—daughter of Count Clark. A mere martial artist, not even a swordsman, dares to set his sights on the daughter of Count Clark? Is he trying to climb the social ladder and reach the top in one leap?"

　　"And what does that have to do with you?"

　　"It has nothing to do with us, but does it have anything to do with you? Or could it be..."

　　Raymond Miller's gaze swept back and forth between Quinn Harris and William Carter: "Could it be that you two have some kind of illicit affair?"

　　"Oh? A sibling romance? If you ask me, what's the point of going for such a snot-nosed kid? Little junior, if you're looking for someone, pick me. Don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you in bed—make you feel like you're in heaven."

　　"You bastards!"

　　Seeing the two act so rudely, Quinn Harris's expression turned furious, and the refined steel sword hanging at her waist was instantly drawn!

　　If not for the fact that both of them were high-level martial artists, she probably would have already lost her temper and taught them a lesson.

　　"Haha, did we hit a sore spot? Are you angry out of embarrassment?"

　　"You..."

　　"Henry York, Raymond Miller."

　　At this moment, William Carter finally spoke. His gaze shifted from the stage, where Instructor Jane Howard stood, to Henry York and Raymond Miller: "Are you provoking me?"

　　"Provoking? A newly promoted high-level martial artist at the academy—am I, a quasi-swordsman about to be officially promoted, supposed to be provoked by you?"

　　"Very well."

　　William Carter responded, his gaze returning to Instructor Jane Howard, who taught swordsmanship: "If it's not provocation, then get lost!"

Chapter Four: Legendary Swordsman

　　"How dare you..."

　　"Telling us to get lost? You've got some nerve..."

　　Henry York and Raymond Miller saw William Carter's sudden change in tone, completely disregarding them, and their eyes flashed with a cold, vicious light, like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

　　"Hmm?"

　　But before they could speak, William Carter's cold, sharp gaze fell upon them. The powerful mental force of a sixth-level psychic seemed to form a sword brimming with endless bloodlust and slaughter, ruthlessly slashing into their spiritual world through their eyes.

　　In an instant, the two felt as if they were enduring a thousand cuts, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces turning pale with terror.

　　"Hmph!"

　　William Carter let out a cold snort, like thunder, exploding in their minds, which had been completely cowed by him. Jolted awake from their fear, the two felt their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, their limbs limp, gazing at William Carter with endless terror.

　　"Get out!"

　　Seeing Henry York and Raymond Miller, two veteran students, so humiliated in front of a newcomer who had been at the academy for less than three days, several nearby students couldn't help but snicker.

　　"Bullying a female student—oh, they were so proud of themselves. But as soon as the real deal showed up, they nearly pissed themselves. Typical lackeys."

　　"Aren't those two supposed to be high-level martial artists? I really don't know how they managed to reach that level with such lousy character."

　　The students spoke, their tone full of mockery at the two's bullying behavior.

　　Sensing the contempt and disdain in the other students' eyes, Henry York and Raymond Miller blushed deeply, unable to lift their heads. But the mental shock from William Carter had affected them so much that their limbs were still weak, and they couldn't even stand up.

　　"What's going on? Why all the commotion?"

　　At this moment, Instructor Jane Howard, who had been teaching a student the basic moves of the Myriad Streams Sword Technique, finally noticed the disturbance and walked over.

　　As she approached, everyone's attention turned to William Carter, Henry York, and the others. Seeing Henry York and Raymond Miller trembling on the ground, everyone wore looks of surprise and amusement.

　　"Henry York, Raymond Miller, you're both adults—what are you doing sitting on the floor? Acting like spoiled children? Get up!"

　　Jane Howard glanced at Henry York and Raymond Miller, frowning slightly.

　　"Yes."

　　With great effort, Henry York and Raymond Miller finally managed to stand, but when they looked at William Carter, their eyes were still filled with unspeakable fear. At this point, if William Carter shouted at them again, they'd probably collapse to the floor once more.

　　"Alright, I don't want to see troublemakers like you in my class. Leave."

　　Jane Howard waved them away, and after the two scrambled out of the hall, her gaze, now tinged with surprise, fell on William Carter.

　　"You're William Carter?"

　　"Yes, Instructor Jane Howard."

　　A high-level swordsman—already a master only slightly inferior to his own peak in the past. Especially since she was willing to teach the Myriad Streams Sword Technique, a top-tier sword art, to academy students. Such a master deserved a bit of respect from William Carter.

　　"I heard you're going to duel Samuel Grant in five days?"

　　With his sights set on becoming the world's greatest swordsman, William Carter would not refuse any form of challenge.

　　"Yes."