With a sword in hand, that aura belonging to a swordmaster from his previous life instantly manifested on him. Even though his compatibility with Ruosheng Sword was far inferior to that of his former sword, at this moment, as he stood here—one man, one sword—they still seemed like a single entity, a unified whole. The Ruosheng Sword felt like an extension of his arm, with no sense of awkwardness between the two.

The unity of man and sword.

The highest realm in the swordsmanship stage.

With a sword in hand, William Carter's entire spirit and energy underwent a tremendous transformation. The sixth-level mental scale seemed to transform into a sharp, exposed sword intent. As he stood there, he was like a peerless divine sword, newly unsheathed and renowned, radiating a brilliance so sharp that no one dared look directly at him.

Soon, the sharpness was restrained, and all his energy seemed to have transferred to the sword at his side—the Ruosheng Sword.

In the next moment, the blood and energy throughout William Carter's body, under the absolute control of his sixth-level mental power, suddenly froze. When this energy condensed to its limit, it was instantly channeled into the Ruosheng Sword. Then, with a surge of spirit, guided by his mind, the blood energy infused into the Ruosheng Sword erupted at the very instant William Carter thrust his sword forward...

"Boom!"

It was as if muffled thunder exploded in the void.

That was the sound of air currents being shattered.

This sword strike, executed with the Burial Sword Technique, actually produced a thunderous effect, fully demonstrating the terrifying power contained within it.

If this sword had not struck the empty air but instead landed on a rock, even a massive boulder a meter in diameter would likely have been split apart by its force.

"Too scattered, too scattered."

With just one strike, he had already formed the rudiments of the Burial Sword Technique, yet William Carter was not satisfied at all.

If others knew this result, they would be utterly shocked, but William Carter knew his own foundation. He could not be measured by the standards of ordinary high-level martial artists. By the cultivation of his previous life, he should have been a great swordsman—a great swordsman who had reached the pinnacle of the sword path.

Moreover, he was also a sixth-level psychic. This advantage was something no one else in this world possessed.

With these two advantages combined, if he still could not create a miracle, even he would not forgive himself.

"The power of the thrust is too scattered; it can't be focused at all. Intermediate swordsmen temper their strength into their bones. As long as the opponent reacts, their strong body can absolutely keep up with their neural response speed and block this sword thrust. If a swordsman has tempered their strength, once they block this sword, the force contained in the blade is enough to disperse the blood energy I infused into it. I must condense the blood energy into a single point. With one thrust, even if the opponent blocks it, the momentum will still be unstoppable, piercing through their defending sword, breaking through their tempered strength, and killing them with a single blow."

"Moreover... condensing the blood energy takes too long—two seconds, even three seconds. An intermediate swordsman would never give me that much time to gather my blood energy. My sixth-level mental scale can't control objects, but it can stimulate the heart, activate the potential of the cells in my body, and make my blood surge, thus achieving the effect that ordinary Burial Sword Technique practitioners get by condensing their blood energy. However, this does cause some wear and tear on the body."

William Carter's mind was spinning rapidly.

When it came to other matters, his handling might be mediocre, but in cultivation, he possessed a talent that ordinary people could never hope to match. The pros and cons of the Burial Sword Technique were clearly presented and analyzed in his mind.

He was like the most precise computer, calculating every detail of this sword technique—making its strengths even stronger, patching up its weaknesses with his own specialties, and gradually transforming it into a sword technique that was entirely his own, perfectly suited to himself.

To modify a sword technique—this was an ability only swordmasters could possess.

Or, after mastering a sword technique, they could make appropriate adjustments according to their own situation, so that the power of the technique would reach its peak in their hands.

William Carter's cultivation in this world might only be considered that of a great swordsman, but his understanding of swordsmanship and his exploration of the path of cultivation were unmatched by anyone. After reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship in that world, no one knew what astonishing efforts he had made to take just one step further.

Chapter 7: Drawing the Sword at the Slightest Disagreement

Time passed quickly during sword practice.

Soon, the sun set in the west.

It was already six in the evening.

When the time came, William Carter did not stay in the training hall any longer.

Jane Howard was right—even the strongest Burial Sword Technique required preparation and an opportunity to be used. His opponent was an intermediate swordsman, with physical qualities far superior to his own, like a child who had just learned to walk compared to an adult.

Could a child, just by picking up a sharp sword, kill an adult?

The answer was no.

He still needed movement techniques, footwork—to buy himself time, to wait for Samuel Grant to reveal a flaw, and then seize that moment for a fatal strike.

With this in mind, William Carter couldn't help but walk toward a grove behind the academy.