The gatekeeper at the entrance of the trial grounds had clearly overheard their conversation. Seeing William Lincoln and the other two about to enter, one of them immediately stepped forward to block their way and said to Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln, “Level-three swordsmen are not allowed inside.”

William Lincoln replied calmly, “Is that so? I think I just saw a level-three swordsman go in.”

“No way, you must have seen wrong.” The student hadn’t finished speaking when, right at that moment, a level-three swordsman walked out of the room…

Carrie Lincoln mocked, “Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, the swordsman who just left seemed to be only at level three. You two just said no level-three swordsmen went in… So, are you neglecting your duties, or is there something wrong with your eyes?”

Their lie was exposed on the spot, and the student’s face turned somewhat embarrassed. He struggled for a long time but couldn’t get a word out.

“If there’s nothing else, move aside. We’re going in.” Lincoln said as he started to walk inside.

“Stop! I said you can’t go in, so you can’t.”

William Lincoln frowned. Being repeatedly hassled like this would anger anyone, no matter how good their temper. He, William Lincoln, didn’t want trouble, but that didn’t mean he was afraid of it.

“You’re being unreasonable! Why can others go in, but not us?” Carrie Lincoln said angrily.

“Hey, this is the testing period for our Radiant Academy. Whether you’re allowed in or not is up to us.”

William Lincoln snorted, “And what if we insist on going in?”

“If you insist…” The student hadn’t finished when a flippant voice suddenly sounded from behind him: “Wow, the new students are pretty cocky these days. Do you think just because you’re a level-four swordsman you can act like you own the place?” As the voice fell, a swordsman in Radiant Academy uniform walked out of the room.

Carrie Lincoln’s gaze immediately landed on the badge on the swordsman’s chest, and his face changed dramatically: “It’s—a level-five swordsman!”

The swordsman lightly brushed away some imaginary dust from his badge, a superior smile on his face. He squinted at the three of them, then pointed at William Lincoln: “You, level-four swordsman, go in. You two, leave quickly. Don’t block the way and get in the way.”

“Cousin, why bother talking to them? Just have someone throw them out.” A familiar, coquettish female voice came from inside the trial grounds. Moments later, the very culprit who had ruined their reputations and made everyone despise them walked out from the trial grounds—it was none other than Jane Lincoln.

Jane Lincoln raised her chin provocatively and said to William Lincoln, “What, you think being promoted to level-four swordsman is so great? So what if you’ve advanced? See my cousin? Compared to him, you’re still a loser.”

Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln, who had been demoralized and disheartened by Jane Lincoln’s slander, could no longer hold back their anger now that she appeared and started mocking them again. “You bitch! Spreading rumors everywhere, slandering our B-13 dorm! Tell me, besides flaunting yourself and stirring up trouble, what else can you do? Bitch, if you’ve got the guts, let’s duel—one on one…”

Their confrontation had already attracted quite a bit of attention, and now with Carrie Lincoln shouting so loudly, everyone turned to look their way. Many people began to gather, ready to watch the show.

Being called a bitch in front of so many people, Jane Lincoln’s face turned extremely ugly. She immediately complained to the man beside her, “Cousin, they’re insulting me, they’re humiliating me…”

“Hmph, don’t worry. Watch me teach them a lesson. I want to see who dares to help them later.” The swordsman’s face turned cold, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln: “I’ll show you what happens to those who insult my cousin.” As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lashed out with a kick, striking Carrie Lincoln in the waist. There was a crisp crack, and Carrie Lincoln, just like what happened to Kate before, was sent flying five or six meters by the kick. His frail body couldn’t withstand the force and crashed into a table with a registration form, unable to get up.

“Carrie Lincoln!” Lincoln roared in anger, blood rushing to his head. He didn’t care that the opponent was a level-five swordsman; clenching his fists, he charged forward like a madman, shouting, “Damn it! You dare hurt my brother? I’ll fight you to the end!”

“Trash is still trash!” The swordsman’s lips curled as he spat out the words coldly, and he kicked out again.

“Ah!” Some of the more timid female students let out a cry, as if already foreseeing what would happen to Lincoln.

A level-three swordsman daring to attack a level-five swordsman—two whole levels apart! Wasn’t that just asking for death?

Just as everyone thought Lincoln would end up like Carrie Lincoln, with broken bones and coughing up blood, a figure, moving several times faster than him, suddenly appeared in front of the level-five swordsman. With a single hand, he grabbed the outstretched right leg, gave it a slight push, and forced the swordsman to stagger backward, losing his balance.

“Not good.” The swordsman’s expression changed as he lost his balance and tried to kick out again.

However, before he could move, an unremarkable right hand, fingers pressed together like a blade, struck out at an incredible angle, driving four fingers hard into the swordsman’s vulnerable chest.

“Bang.”