In the darkness, William Carter's figure emerged from among the trees, like a ghost in the night.

"You..."

Seeing William Carter return, staring at him motionlessly with a cold gaze, Samuel Lewis's eyes widened, and an uncontrollable fear surged from the depths of his heart, as if a demon crawling out of hell had taken over his chilled body, gripping his heart tightly. It seemed that if his answer displeased the person before him even slightly, that demon would crush his heart in an instant...

"I... I..."

Samuel Lewis was just a twenty-year-old academy student, usually living a life of indulgence and luxury, bullying commoner students at most. Now, faced with this truly life-and-death situation, the suffocating pressure that could decide his fate in a single moment nearly crushed all his mental defenses.

"Answer my question."

"No, no, no... I didn't, I didn't, I absolutely didn't..."

Samuel Lewis's legs went weak, his whole body cold. All his so-called ambition, noble honor, and the dignity of a high-level martial artist were thrown to the winds in this moment.

"Very good."

William Carter said, his gaze sweeping over Shane Carter and another student, then his figure quickly melted back into the darkness.

"Whew!"

Seeing William Carter leave, Samuel Lewis, whose legs were already weak, seemed to lose all strength in an instant, unable to stand any longer, collapsing completely to the ground.

"Ah!"

As he collapsed, the movement pulled at the wound on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

But before even a second had passed, as if he suddenly remembered something, he forcibly suppressed the cry, his face deathly pale. At this moment, his fear of William Carter had reached an unprecedented peak.

"Too terrifying, it's just too terrifying."

The student who had been kicked by William Carter trembled inside, the fear in his eyes lingering for a long time.

"A monster. The moment he walked out of that darkness just now, it was as if a demon god had descended. That kind of pressure tightly bound my mind, crushed my soul, making it almost impossible to breathe. My god, what kind of monster is this? No wonder he dares to duel with Samuel Grant, a mid-level swordsman."

Shane Carter's eyes were also filled with terror.

The mental intimidation of a sixth-level psychic was far beyond what they, as mere high-level martial artists, could withstand.

If William Carter's mental level could break through to the seventh level, then just his mental pressure alone could make high-level martial artists like them collapse mentally.

"Let's go back, go back, we need to get treatment right away."

Samuel Lewis muttered in a low voice, no longer daring to shout as he had before.

Now, he just wanted to leave this forest—which would haunt his nightmares—as quickly as possible, and never return for the rest of his life.

"Yes, Shawn Lewis."

Shane Carter and the other student responded, supporting Samuel Lewis as they made their way unsteadily toward the edge of the woods.

Before long, they had disappeared into the forest.

Watching these people leave, William Carter's figure finally moved deeper into the forest.

Using a sixth-level mental scale to intimidate those young people whose mental level was not even at the second level was truly bullying the weak. If not for the fact that William Carter was still unfamiliar with this world and didn't want to stir up trouble lightly, he wouldn't have bothered with such a pointless act.

But overall...

The effect was still pretty good.

"Sixth-level mental scale... too low. But breaking through to the seventh level is easier said than done."

William Carter collected his thoughts. It was already near nightfall, and the light in the woods was very dim. Even with his eyesight, he couldn't clearly see every tree.

However, he had come here to train his movement technique. Encountering trees and dodging them at the fastest speed was the only way to achieve the purpose of training. If he could clearly distinguish every tree and dodge them easily, how could he achieve the effect of training?

Chapter 9: Ferocious Beast

"Whoosh!"

With a movement, William Carter shot into the dense forest like a gust of wind at the fastest speed.

The forest was filled with trees, with one appearing every meter or two. For William Carter, whose average speed reached ten meters per second, a meter or two was negligible. A single misstep could result in crashing into a tree and getting badly hurt.

Under this kind of dangerous stimulation, William Carter's understanding of movement techniques soared, and he quickly became proficient in various movement and footwork techniques.

Most importantly, as he performed these techniques, his coordination with his body improved.

With intense movement, the blood and energy in his body flowed to every corner of his limbs and bones, helping his mind sense every subtle part of his flesh. With a single thought, his hands, feet, and bones would instantly exert force. His body's essence, energy, and spirit seemed to become one, merging into a whole—spirit guiding essence, essence governing energy, energy generating essence, essence transforming into spirit. The three—essence, energy, and spirit—cycled perfectly, endlessly circulating rapidly within his body, instantly adjusting his physical state to its peak.