He turned his gaze to the ‘Yuangong’ section.

　　Similarly, a passage of text appeared in Henry Owen’s mind.

　　“You have not mastered the cultivation method for the second level of Yang Yuan Gong, so you cannot use martial points to improve it.”

　　Henry Owen had no intention of using those martial points on Yang Yuan Gong anyway.

　　Henry Owen then used his mind to open the ‘Martial Treasury’ and directly exchanged for the initial special offer talent—‘Hand of Chasing Wind and Lightning, First Stage’.

　　He had roughly assessed that this should be the most cost-effective choice at the moment.

　　In that instant, the icon on the screen, inscribed with seal script, suddenly burst forth with countless rays of spiritual light, which then streamed into his hands and arms.

　　Strangely, the people around him were completely unaware of this fantastical scene.

　　Henry Owen was momentarily stunned, feeling a scorching warm current circulating within his hands and arms.

　　“I didn’t expect something unexpected to happen.”

　　William Harris stood beside Henry Owen, her face extremely grim: “This time I’ve dragged you all into this. That bastard Samuel Grant is coming for me—he’s deliberately trying to embarrass me!

　　If you feel anything wrong later, don’t force yourself—just admit defeat. I’ll refund your money, and within three months at most, I guarantee you’ll get into the martial hall.”

　　A greenish tinge appeared on her face: “If I don’t avenge this, I swear I’m not human!”

　　Henry Owen couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

　　A faint smile appeared on his face: “Understood, Master.”

　　At this moment, Henry Owen shifted his gaze to the ‘Talent’ section on the screen.

　　The words ‘Quick Hand’ had already been replaced by ‘Hand of Chasing Wind and Lightning (Stage One)’.

　　At the same time, another line of text appeared in his mind.

　　Hand of Chasing Wind and Lightning (Stage One)—enables one’s hands to chase the wind and fingers to pursue lightning, granting hand speed and dexterity twice that of an ordinary person.

　　What caught Henry Owen’s attention were the words ‘twice as fast’ in that passage.

　　Three months ago, when he started practicing with the saber, he already knew he was terminally ill, lacking in strength and unable to endure prolonged combat. So he chose to specialize in the fastest moves of the Chasing Wind Saber, focusing solely on offense, pursuing saber speed, aiming to defeat the enemy in a single strike!

　　The problem was, after only three months of practice, no matter how fast Henry Owen’s saber was, it couldn’t match Edward Blake’s.

　　But now, this system had given Henry Owen a glimmer of hope.

　　What if he could double his saber speed on top of his original foundation?

　　At this moment, someone on the stage shouted, “Outer disciple Henry Owen and Edward Blake, please come forward.”

　　Henry Owen immediately stepped forward, standing face to face on the stone platform with the youth named Edward Blake, five zhang apart.

　　At this moment, the entire crowd in the grand training ground was drawn in.

　　Below the stage, it was a sea of people, countless curious gazes fixed on them.

　　It seemed to be the first time Edward Blake had been the center of so much attention. The thirteen-year-old boy, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, blushed slightly, looking a bit excited.

　　He glared at Henry Owen with a wolf-like, fierce gaze.

　　“I heard you haven’t even learned the full Chasing Wind Saber technique? Someone like you isn’t even worthy to be my opponent. Why not just admit defeat? Since you’re dumb enough to get on the stage, I won’t hold back.”

　　Henry Owen couldn’t be bothered to respond. He focused all his energy and spirit, observing his opponent’s every move, while gripping his saber tightly at his waist with his right hand.

　　The referee was a burly martial artist whom Henry Owen didn’t recognize. He took out a copper coin: “Attention, you may only make a move when the coin lands.”

　　The martial artist tossed the coin, sending it flying high into the air, reaching three zhang before spinning rapidly back down.

　　At that moment, the stage and the audience fell silent, everyone’s eyes fixed on the coin.

　　When the coin finally hit the ground with a ‘ding’, their gazes shifted back to Henry Owen and Edward Blake.

　　But in that instant, all they heard was a sharp ‘clang’, and all they saw was a flash of white light on the stage, like thunder and lightning. Then Edward Blake let out a miserable scream, his saber already fallen to the ground, his left hand clutching his right wrist in pain.

　　The previously smug and smiling Samuel Grant instantly glared with fury and shock, rushing forward to Edward Blake’s side.

　　While staunching Edward Blake’s bleeding, Samuel Grant roared at Henry Owen: “How could you be so vicious, you brat? It’s just a match—was it necessary to go that far?”

　　“Enough!” The hall master Brian Reed also flashed over: “He didn’t do it on purpose—he just couldn’t control his saber. He had already pulled back his strength when the blade struck.”

　　As Brian Reed spoke, he shot a reproachful look at the referee.

　　The referee’s face turned crimson with shame.

　　If he had been fully focused just now, he could have stopped it. But who could have imagined Henry Owen’s saber would be that fast?

　　It was simply astonishing!

　　The crowd below erupted in a buzz.

　　“What just happened? Did you see it clearly?”

　　“What a fast saber! That was the Chasing Wind Saber’s draw technique, ‘Wind from Nowhere’, right? Edward Blake’s saber was only halfway out.”

　　“One strike, just one! At this level, isn’t he already above the lower ninth rank?”

　　“Even a lower ninth rank might not be able to block it. No wonder Master Harris values him—he really is exceptionally gifted!”