The rich truly are different. Just the value of the sofas in this hall could probably buy William Clark's entire house. Scanning the room, his gaze landed on the young man sitting in the center of the sofa.

Spotless white uniform, strikingly handsome features, and a pair of star-like eyes swept over. The young man nodded and smiled at William Clark.

“You’re Cheng Wang Bai Kou?” William Clark couldn’t help but be surprised. In his mind, Cheng Wang Bai Kou should at least be a young man over twenty, but this youth seemed about his own age.

The young man in the white uniform gestured with his hand. “Sit.” Then he nodded. “That’s right, I am Cheng Wang Bai Kou. My surname is Chen, given name Wang.”

“William Brooks.” William Clark widened his eyes, confirming again, “William Brooks? William Brooks of Baiyang Academy?”

Seeing the young man in the white uniform nod in acknowledgment, William Clark’s mouth twitched slightly. Being the top fighter in Star Arena was one thing—after all, being number one in a virtual fighting city didn’t necessarily mean much.

But when it came to William Brooks of Baiyang Academy, probably any student from any intermediate academy in Luoshan City would be very familiar with that name.

Baiyang Academy’s William Brooks, Yan Lion Academy’s Samuel Long, and South Eagle Academy’s Grace Bell.

These were the three recognized geniuses among Luoshan City’s intermediate academies. It was said that the three of them had already secured guaranteed admission to Difeng Advanced Academy. With such talent, William Clark had never even had the chance to interact with them up close before.

Seeing William Clark’s astonished expression, William Brooks smiled and said, “You’ve heard of me? Are you also a student at an intermediate academy?”

William Clark composed himself, trying to keep his face calm. “My name is William Clark, and I’m a third-year student at South Eagle Academy.”

“South Eagle Academy?”

Both William Brooks and George Brooks looked surprised. Among the many intermediate academies in Luoshan City, South Eagle Academy had always ranked near the bottom. If not for Grace Bell joining three years ago, South Eagle Academy would probably be dead last among intermediate academies.

William Brooks frowned in thought, puzzled. “I have some impression of all the outstanding students in the third-year A-class at South Eagle Academy, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you.”

No kidding. I can’t even get into the B-class building, let alone A-class. William Clark gave a dry laugh. “I’m not an A-class student. I’m in third-year C-69 class.”

“Third-year C-69 class?”

At this, both William Brooks and George Brooks showed odd expressions. This boy was a C-class third-year student? Were the teachers at South Eagle Academy blind? Putting a student with deduction-level comprehension in C-class?

To become an outstanding martial artist, physical aptitude was important, but comprehension of combat skills was just as essential. To master a first-grade combat skill after experiencing it only once, as if it had been honed a thousand times—this level of comprehension was called “deduction-level” among martial artists.

The chance of a martial artist with this kind of comprehension appearing was less than one in three hundred thousand. In reality, the odds were even lower.

William Brooks looked at William Clark suspiciously. Could it be that this person had some other flaw, which was why he was placed in C-class? After a moment’s thought, he smiled. “William Clark, I have a [military virtual combat simulator] here. Interested in a match?”

“Military virtual combat simulator?” William Clark’s eyes lit up instantly, all nervousness forgotten.

A military virtual combat simulator was an irresistible temptation for any virtual combat enthusiast. It was said that the characters generated on the “military virtual combat simulator” all had the strength of a level-three martial artist, which meant the battles could be even more exhilarating.

For William Clark, who hadn’t even touched the threshold of internal energy, getting to play a round on the “military virtual combat simulator” and experience the power of a level-three martial artist was a dream come true.

William Clark rubbed his hands excitedly. “You really have a [military virtual combat simulator]? What are we waiting for!”

William Brooks smiled and stood up, leading William Clark into another room. Inside were six virtual combat simulators, their crimson shells the color of the Dormir Star military uniform.

William Clark stroked the crimson shell, clicking his tongue in admiration. “Wow! It really is a [military virtual combat simulator]. The texture—rich people really do have it good!” His infatuated look was like a lecher seeing a naked woman—he was practically drooling.

William Brooks laughed. “Well? William Clark, want to play a round now?”

“Of course! Let’s have a good fight!”

William Clark couldn’t wait and rushed into one of the “military virtual combat simulators.” After putting on the helmet, he suddenly snapped back to reality.

Wait a minute!

The opponent is William Brooks?

The top student in Baiyang Academy’s third-year A-class?

The prodigy who completed body tempering at age five and body tempering with energy gathering at age six?

The William Brooks who was second only to Grace Bell among Luoshan City’s three great young geniuses?

Damn it, am I just asking for a beating? Why did I agree to fight William Brooks?

His vision went black, and the cold voice of the AI sounded again: “Opponent codename: Cheng Wang Bai Kou, points: 150000. Countdown begins, 30, 29, 28…”

Chapter 006: Grand Deduction Level

A figure flashed, and William Clark appeared on the virtual arena.

No wonder it’s called a “military virtual combat simulator”—the realism of the arena was far beyond that of civilian models. The green marble floor, the icy sensation clearly transmitted from beneath his feet.