In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed. Andrew Martinez, David Thompson, and the others from the martial arts school almost couldn’t hold themselves back from taking action.

Bang!

Evan Sullivan crushed the suited man’s wrist with one hand, then, taking advantage of the momentum, chopped down like an axe toward his chest.

At the same time, his other hand dropped down, fingers together like a blade, slashing toward Lucas Green’s brow.

With a lift and sweep of his foot, the long tip of his shoe jabbed straight at the woman’s eye socket!

In a single move, there were three collisions.

The three of Lucas Green couldn’t help but defend themselves, but were all sent flying by a punch and a kick from Evan Sullivan.

Whoosh!

Once he made his move, Evan Sullivan didn’t hold back. With a single stride, he caught up to the suited man who was still flying backward, grabbed his neck with a claw-like hand, gave it a shake and a toss, and hoisted him in midair like a dead fish.

At the same time, he stomped down, slamming the woman’s head onto the floor with a bang, shattering the martial arts school’s tiled floor!

Only Lucas Green managed to flip up and land on his feet, his face extremely grim.

He flicked his arms, and the bleeding from the holes in his hands stopped instantly.

It was Evan Sullivan’s finger strike that had nearly pierced through both palms he’d crossed in front of his brow!

“You’ve formed the Dan. You actually formed the Dan...”

Lucas Green gritted his teeth.

“Go back and tell Samuel Reed, within two years I’ll bring the manuscript to find him.”

Evan Sullivan glanced indifferently at Lucas Green:

“If you come to Daxuan again next time, be prepared to leave your life behind.”

Chapter 12: Military Training Method

Kaiyuan 9819, December 26th, Xingcheng People’s Hospital, Inpatient Department.

Snow-white walls, the familiar smell of disinfectant.

Brian Smith leaned against the hospital bed. To outsiders, it looked like he was playing on his phone, but in reality, he was intently focused on the panel in his field of vision:

[Brian Smith]

[Specialties: Bajiquan (47%), Liuhe Spear (42%), Sanhuang Cannon Fist, Dragon-Tiger Great Grapple (5%), Ancient Xin Yi Fist (1%), Dragon Roar Iron Shirt (0%), Hentian Fist (0%), Iron Palm (2%)... ]

[Status: Gradually weakening (terminal illness), Dan-forming level strength state (10%)]

After the trip to the martial arts school, Brian Smith had gained immensely.

Especially after sensing Benjamin Martinez’s state, his understanding had changed dramatically.

And as his understanding changed, so did this ability of his.

What Benjamin Martinez knew—such as Bajiquan, Liuhe Spear, Dragon-Tiger Great Grapple—now showed percentages. What he didn’t know—such as Sanhuang Cannon Fist, Eagle Language, Chemistry, Sanhuang Cannon Fist, and so on—had no comparison.

Although these percentages didn’t directly improve his abilities, they gave him an intuitive sense of the gap between his own martial arts and that of Grandmaster Benjamin Martinez, as well as his own progress.

The day he reached one hundred percent would mean he had attained the level of Benjamin Martinez, the Bajiquan master from three hundred years ago.

Most important, however, was that Dan-forming strength state.

That was the gap between him and the seamless Dan-forming realm, and currently the only thing useful to him.

After another round of comprehending Benjamin Martinez’s state, and reaching ten percent mastery of the Dan-forming state, he seemed able to slightly slow the loss of nutrients from his body.

Perhaps it was still far from a cure, but at least he wouldn’t keep eating more and getting weaker.

This gave him hope for recovery.

“Maybe, this illness of mine is because of this ability?”

Brian Smith thought to himself, as his field of vision changed:

[Characters mastered: Eric Carter (one hour), Benjamin Martinez (ten minutes)]

Using the ability consumed mental and physical energy. After many attempts, Brian Smith concluded that, at present, the time he could comprehend each day was limited.

Among them, the young Daoist could be experienced for one hour, while Benjamin Martinez only ten minutes.

Beyond that, he would be completely drained both mentally and physically.

Knock knock~

A series of knocks interrupted Brian Smith’s thoughts.

“Instructor An, Student An.”

Looking up, he saw it was Andrew Martinez and David Thompson.

“Oh, it’s Mr. Wang and Mr. Li. You didn’t have to bring anything.”

Matthew Smith, who was resting by the bedside, stood up and smiled as he took what they brought.

“Hello again, Student An.”

Andrew Martinez looked at Brian Smith and smiled, “I’m also a student at Xuanjing University. Actually, you should call me senior.”

“Hello, Senior Wang.”

Brian Smith smiled as well.

Although he’d been admitted to Xuanjing University, the only time he’d gone was to complete his leave of absence paperwork.

Now that his illness had hope of a cure, he still didn’t feel like going back to school.

“We’re heading back to Modu this afternoon, so we just came to see you.”

David Thompson casually closed the hospital room door.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Matthew Smith pulled up a stool for them to sit, but hearing this, his heart skipped a beat: Could it be that the Beggar Sect was planning revenge?

“Instructor An, don’t misunderstand.”

David Thompson saw his concern and waved his hand, “The Beggar Sect is dangerous, but they wouldn’t dare act recklessly in Daxuan. Besides, if there’s any revenge, it would be directed at our martial arts headquarters.”

“So what do you mean?”

Matthew Smith breathed a sigh of relief.

“To be honest, I originally wanted to invite Student An to join the martial arts headquarters, but after learning of his serious illness, I gave up on the idea.”

As David Thompson spoke, he hesitated a little.