"Did you find it?" Achilles asked sternly. Henry Bennett nodded, "I found it, it's on the lower outside of the left forearm!"

"Good, now I'll teach you the second step: do your utmost, and under the premise of protecting yourself as much as possible, use your greatest strength to attack his weakness. This is called the 'Combat Limit Rule'!"

"Understood!" That feeling of cutting through everything made Henry Bennett so excited that he let out a loud shout. Gregory's attacks no longer seemed frightening to him. Now, what he needed to do was dodge the attacks while striking that weakness.

Henry Bennett waited motionless until Gregory's blade-like arms were about to slash his cheek. Suddenly, he twisted his body to the side, barely dodging the right arm, then ducked down to avoid the left arm that followed.

Gregory's left arm swept past his face, completely exposing the weakness to Henry Bennett. In his heart, he shouted, "Now's the time!" Achilles's voice suddenly rang out: "Use your battle armor!"

A flash of inspiration struck Henry Bennett. He brought together two fingers, and the milky-white evolutionary battle armor wrapped around them like a sharp sword, precisely stabbing into that weakness. A trace of golden flame flickered between his fingers and vanished in an instant, so quickly that even Henry Bennett himself didn't notice.

"Whew..." Everything around him instantly returned to normal. Henry Bennett found himself back on the dueling platform in the simulation battle room. His legs couldn't support his current posture and suddenly gave out. With a "thud," Henry Bennett landed hard on his back.

Although most of Gregory's pitch-black armor energy had dodged the attack, a black tail of light still swept across his abdomen. A wave of intense pain hit, making Henry Bennett curl up on the ground, clutching his stomach and convulsing.

Mr. Thompson turned his head and saw that Henry Bennett had "luckily" dodged Gregory's chain attack with his diamond arms. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although Henry Bennett was still injured, it was much better than having his battle armor shattered. This result put Mr. Thompson's conscience at ease.

He prepared to step onto the dueling platform to announce Gregory as the winner and also to stop Gregory from taking further action. Ms. McLean sighed: Too weak, can't even take a single move. This student has no potential for cultivation.

"Henry Bennett, are you okay?" David Clark pounded on the energy shield, shouting loudly at him. Concern also showed in Sophia's big eyes as she nervously watched Henry Bennett lying on the ground.

Mr. Thompson opened the energy shield, and David Clark and Sophia immediately rushed up to help Henry Bennett up. "Are you alright?" Henry Bennett forced a bitter smile and waved his hand, "I'm fine, nothing serious."

Mr. Thompson originally intended to announce Gregory as the winner, but when he got on stage, he noticed that Gregory's expression was a bit strange. The muscles on his face were twitching nonstop, as if a bunch of worms were crawling under his skin. His body was still frozen in the previous posture: both arms extended like two long blades.

"Gregory, what's wrong with you?" Mr. Thompson asked in surprise.

Suddenly, with a crisp "ping," Gregory's left arm armor shattered, fragments flying everywhere like broken glass. Immediately after, more fragments clattered down from his left arm, and the entire left arm's armor was completely destroyed, exposing the arm underneath. A writhing sensation passed through Gregory's chest and abdomen. He tried to hold it in twice but couldn't, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out as he fell backward.

"Gregory, Gregory..." Mr. Thompson's shouts grew more and more distant in Gregory's ears as his consciousness sank into darkness.

Mr. Thompson and the senior students all knew Gregory's identity: if anything happened to this young master, it would be no ordinary trouble. The teachers and students hurriedly carried Gregory out of the simulation battle room, placed him in the emergency life-support pod kept there, and immediately sent him to the hospital.

Ms. McLean "enthusiastically" followed along, leaving Henry Bennett and his classmates behind. Only then did everyone react. David Clark stared in shock at the milky-white evolutionary battle armor on Henry Bennett's right hand, the jagged armor plates shimmering with phosphorescence: "It was actually you who won!?"

……

In the afternoon, as soon as Henry Bennett arrived at the classroom, David Clark pulled him to his seat, worriedly saying, "You're in trouble. Do you know who Gregory, whose evolutionary battle armor you shattered, really is?"

Henry Bennett shook his head, "How would I know?"

"He's the son of the top boss's top boss at Giant 6, the Minister of Education Glenn. His father is already a quasi-noble, two ranks higher than our school's founder Amos!"

The Federation's social hierarchy, from lowest to highest, is: commoner, quasi-citizen, citizen, quasi-privileged, third-class privileged, second-class privileged, first-class privileged, quasi-noble—third-class noble, second-class noble, first-class noble, quasi-aristocrat, third-class aristocrat, second-class aristocrat, first-class aristocrat.

"You'd better be careful," David Clark said. "As long as you're still studying at Giant 6 Academy, Glenn won't let you off."

Henry Bennett also knew that those privileged classes never cared about commoners and quasi-citizens, often using their power to oppress them—let alone the fact that he had shattered half of the young master's evolutionary armor. Thinking of the inevitably rough road ahead, Henry Bennett couldn't help but sigh softly.