"You should transfer to another school. With your status as a sixteen-year-old advanced martial artist, you can easily enroll in another academy. As for the transfer procedures, I'll handle them for you. I still have some influence at the Xuan Zhong Advanced Swordsman Academy." Jane Howard said, her gaze falling on William Carter.

However, she quickly realized that the student before her had not listened to her advice at all.

"William Carter!"

Jane Howard called out heavily.

"Jane Howard Mentor."

William Carter snapped back to attention, his eyes landing on Jane Howard Mentor, his expression extremely serious. "I hope to learn this Burial Sword Technique."

"But you..."

"I said before, after reviewing for a moment, I can master those footwork and movement techniques."

Seeing the confidence in William Carter's eyes, Jane Howard couldn't bring herself to insist any further.

She knew that if William Carter really chose to transfer at this moment, fleeing without a fight, it would surely leave a huge psychological shadow in his heart, hindering his future achievements. Perhaps a young swordsman with limitless potential would be ruined by her hands.

Thinking of this, she finally decided to observe this student's performance for three days. If it really didn't work out, there would still be two days left to handle the transfer procedures in time.

"I will teach you the Burial Sword Technique. However, if you feel you can't master it, give up. Practicing this sword technique requires an extreme level of control over your own body. In addition, breathing rate, heartbeat, and blood flow are all part of the training. By controlling your breath and suppressing blood flow, you condense your strength into a single point, like damming a river. When the critical moment comes and the gates are opened, the blocked flood is released in one breath, surging forth with unstoppable force, like thunder."

As she spoke, Jane Howard Mentor had already focused her mind and calmed her breath. In an instant, all the power in her body seemed to vanish, making her appear as harmless as an ordinary person.

But William Carter, with his sixth-level psychic's keen perception, was shocked to discover that this advanced swordsman standing so close had completely merged her energy, spirit, and will with her sword, pouring everything into the blade, as if reaching the legendary highest realm of swordsmanship—unity of man and sword!

At the same time, her heartbeat slowed, her blood flow nearly stopped, and all her muscles and bones relaxed. On the surface, she seemed to pose almost no threat, but in reality, she was like a bowstring drawn to its limit, ready to unleash the most ferocious attack the moment it was released.

"Kill!"

After suppressing her aura to the limit, Jane Howard suddenly uttered a single word.

The moment she spoke, all her energy surged under divine control, as if finding an outlet, rushing into her sword, and then she thrust it out!

"Whoosh!"

Sword energy tore through the air!

At the instant this thrust was unleashed, William Carter could clearly sense the immense vitality contained in the blade's edge. This energy was so dense it became tangible, like a layer of blood-red sword light shooting forth.

"Bang!"

A practice dummy one meter from the sword's tip suddenly exploded, as if struck by a high-caliber sniper, blasted to pieces, wood chips flying in all directions, delivering an indescribably powerful impact.

"External force projection, this is external force projection!?"

External force projection—this was something he had dreamed of achieving in his previous life but could never accomplish. He had spent his whole life cultivating his strength to every corner of his body, so that it could erupt the moment he made contact with an opponent. If he had to describe external projection, at most he could project his force ten centimeters, and that was already the limit.

But now...

An advanced swordsman, relying on the power of the legendary Burial Sword Technique, had unleashed external force in one strike, shattering a wooden dummy a meter away. For someone like William Carter, who had devoted his life to the way of the sword, this nearly world-shattering blow was unimaginably shocking.

"Hu!"

Jane Howard panted slightly, her face a bit pale.

With his sixth-level psychic sense, William Carter could feel that her vitality and stamina were severely depleted.

Just as she had said earlier, this was a strike worthy of a peerless swordsman—one blow, succeed or perish. The power of this strike was truly earth-shattering. The legendary swordsman Feng Sui had once used this very technique to slay a sword master, establishing his own legendary reputation. But correspondingly, the price paid for unleashing this strike was obvious.

It nearly consumed all of one's energy, vitality, and stamina.

If the strike missed, after expending this force, even a swordsman one or two ranks lower could defeat or kill her.

"After the force is projected, it disperses. It's not a piercing blow, but a shattering one... I have only grasped the basics of this sword technique, not even close to mastery—barely at the proficient stage."

After resting for a moment, Jane Howard spoke again.