“No wonder it’s the [Military Virtual Combat Device]!” William Clark enjoyed the sensation, his panic slowly fading away.

For a passionate fan of virtual combat, fighting on the “Military Virtual Combat Device” against the top expert of Starry Sky Combat City—what could be more exciting than this?

Across the ring, William Brooks appeared, dressed in a spotless white uniform, his calm and confident gaze exuding a natural air of superiority, as if this ring was his domain.

Codename: Winner Takes All, Points: 150,000.

Since William Clark started frequenting Starry Sky Combat City five years ago, William Brooks’s points had never changed. William Clark knew very well that, in terms of combat experience alone, he couldn’t hold a candle to William Brooks.

“Come on.”

William Clark took his stance, once again opening with the [Three Forms of Soldier] Whip Form.

William Brooks raised his hand to interrupt, “William Clark, don’t rush.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“It’s your first time using the [Military Virtual Combat Device], so you’re probably not used to the strength of a level-three warrior. Let’s warm up first.”

William Clark couldn’t help but admire him inwardly—an expert truly is an expert, with an extraordinary bearing.

William Brooks placed his arms, one in front and one behind his chest, also starting with the Whip Form. “Let’s warm up for five minutes using the [Three Forms of Soldier]. How about it?”

“Alright!”

William Clark pushed off with both feet, darting forward. His arms swung in tandem, his right arm bending and snapping out, aiming straight for William Brooks’s throat, while his left arm, supple as a snake, coiled toward William Brooks’s right flank.

The snapping whip was like an arrow, the supple whip binding the enemy.

William Brooks’s eyes flashed—this was a derivative application of the perfect-level Whip Form. This William Clark had terrifying combat instincts.

“Good!” William Brooks praised, his arms swinging in tandem as well. His left arm bent and snapped, colliding precisely with William Clark’s right arm, while his right arm, equally supple as a whip, tangled with William Clark’s left.

Breaking Whip Form with Whip Form—both at the perfect level.

William Clark’s expression didn’t change. At this moment, his mind entered that wondrous state again; nothing around him could disturb his focus—he saw only his opponent.

William Clark shook both arms, turning his palms into blades, shattering William Brooks’s Whip Form, the blade form still slicing straight for his opponent’s throat and right flank.

William Brooks abruptly pulled his arms back, palms pressed together, and brought down the [Three Forms of Soldier] Axe Form, forcefully breaking William Clark’s two blade strikes.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of moves, using only the most basic combat technique—the [Three Forms of Soldier]. If anyone else saw this, they would be utterly dumbfounded on the spot.

Both William Clark and William Brooks had not only mastered the [Three Forms of Soldier] to perfection, but their use of the technique seemed honed by a thousand battles. The angles of their exchanges were so cunning, their timing so precise, it was simply unparalleled.

In the hall, George Brooks stared at the screen, his brow twitching repeatedly. “Young master’s [Three Forms of Soldier] reached perfection at age ten. This William Clark…”

After a moment’s thought, George Brooks opened the nearby optical computer and entered a search command. In no time, all information about William Clark appeared.

“This William Clark really is a student at Nanying Academy, Class C-69, third year! How could someone like this be placed in a C-level class?”

On the virtual ring, the battle between William Clark and William Brooks continued. They had been fighting with the [Three Forms of Soldier] for five minutes.

Suddenly, William Brooks stepped back two paces, his movements smooth as flowing water, easily widening the distance. “Well? William Clark, you must be familiar with the strength of a level-three warrior by now, right?”

William Clark nodded excitedly. He was always a bit of a blockhead, and at this moment, all his worries had been thrown to the wind. “Come on, William Brooks, let’s have a real fight!”

“Alright, here I come.”

William Brooks smiled slightly, his figure flickered, and in the next instant, he appeared like a ghost at William Clark’s right side, both palms overlapping and striking down, aiming straight for his right shoulder.

Bang!

A burst of explosive sound rang out in the air, the overlapping wind pressure blowing William Clark’s hair straight up.

First-grade movement technique: Wind Step. First-grade combat technique: Stacked Wind.

This was a repeat of the earlier fight with the combat maniac, except that in William Brooks’s hands, these two techniques displayed completely different power.

Perfect-level [Wind Step], perfect-level [Stacked Wind].

Such an attack didn’t seem particularly fast to William Clark at this moment, but he found it hard to dodge, because this [Stacked Wind] had already surpassed the speed of a level-three warrior.

No way to retreat, no way to dodge!

“Attack to defend!”

This thought flashed through William Clark’s mind like lightning. His body moved on instinct—turning sideways, stepping forward, raising his shoulder, thrusting his elbow—[Bear Ape Charge].

His whole body lunged like a bear pouncing or an ape grappling, crashing toward William Brooks.

“Going head-to-head, both sides get hurt?” William Brooks’s expression shifted, excitement flashing in his eyes for the first time. He moved again, leaving an afterimage in place, while he himself appeared like a ghost at William Clark’s left side.

His knees bent slightly, waist twisted, left fist pulled in, right fist paused, then shot out like lightning. Explosions crackled in the air—second-grade combat technique: [Crushing Fist].

In the hall, George Brooks lowered his brows. “Perfect-level [Crushing Fist]. Young master is getting serious. The outcome is decided.”

Suddenly, a figure flickered on the screen. George Brooks jerked his head up, a sharp gleam in his eyes. “This is…”