After a moment, the young man snapped out of it, feeling embarrassed by his earlier behavior and instantly flying into a rage. “You still dare glare at me? Looking for trouble!!” he cursed, brandishing his blade and leaping toward Eric Bennett.

The blade emitted a faint white glow, like a flash of white lightning, slashing down toward Eric Bennett's head.

When Eric Bennett had no strength at all, he had already been training hard. Not only did he work on strengthening his body and practicing the Iron Body Technique, but he also trained in the basic saber techniques. They couldn’t obtain advanced martial skills, but they did have access to the basic saber techniques—this was their only means of survival.

In fact, on the Sirius Continent, everyone knew some self-defense martial skills.

For Eric Bennett, as an ordinary person, surviving on the outskirts of the Sirius Mountains meant he had to work hard—desperately hard.

He had pushed himself to master the basic saber techniques, and it was precisely because of this that he became the only survivor of the Flying Tiger Squad.

Of course, this was Eric Bennett's trump card, and he hadn’t told anyone. Because on the outskirts of the Sirius Mountains, you had to guard against not only fierce beasts, but also people.

With the second level of the Iron Body Technique and mastery of the basic saber techniques, in the past, he could even hold his own against a quasi-martial artist.

Not to mention ordinary people—even quasi-martial artists rarely managed to master the basic saber techniques. If the people of Niujiao Village knew that Eric Bennett had achieved mastery of the basic saber techniques in just four years, their jaws would drop. Without extraordinary talent, it would be impossible to reach this level.

Now, Eric Bennett had already reached the sixth level of the Iron Body Technique, greatly increasing his defense and strength. With mastery of the basic saber techniques, he truly didn’t fear a typical first-level martial artist. So, when he saw the blade light flashing like lightning, accompanied by a “whoosh whoosh” sound, Eric Bennett didn’t show any sign of panic. Instead, he reversed his grip, lifted his blade, and parried upward, blocking the attack from the Zhang family youth.

“Clang!”

The two blades collided. Eric Bennett took two steps back, while the attacking youth was sent retreating over a dozen steps, his blade falling to the ground.

“Huh??”

“What?”

“How is that possible??”

The surrounding Zhang family youths were all shocked. None of them had expected this outcome—it was beyond their imagination. A first-level martial artist had actually been knocked back by someone who only practiced the Iron Body Technique? Even with the wildest imagination, they couldn’t have pictured this.

“No, this Eric Bennett is definitely not just at the second level of body training!” Suddenly, this thought appeared in their minds.

Among them, the youth just now, Frank Bolton, was considered lower-tier among their group, but he was still not someone a second-level body cultivator could defeat.

Frank Bolton was even more shocked. In that instant, he felt a tremendous force travel through the blade into his body. If he hadn’t thrown his blade away in time, he wouldn’t have just been forced back a few steps—he might have been injured.

A body cultivator, forcing him to throw his blade and dodge with a single strike? Even though he had been careless, it was still a huge surprise.

Jack Bolton stepped forward, staring at Eric Bennett and said slowly, “You hid it well! Sixth level of body training?”

As soon as Jack Bolton spoke, both the Zhang family youths and Michael Bolton all turned sharply, glaring at Eric Bennett. They understood how difficult body training was. In the entire Qingshuang City, it was rare to see someone at the sixth level of body training. Once you reached the fourth level or above, you could start making money, and those people would usually do just that, finding ways to cultivate martial arts. After all, in their minds, martial arts was the true path.

Even if there were people at the sixth level of body training, they were always from major families, with access to beast meat, elixirs, and alchemists—barely managing to reach that level, and even then, their bodies would be left with injuries. As for commoners? They had almost never heard of it.

Cultivating as a body cultivator was not only slow, but also cost several times more than martial cultivation. Commoner disciples simply couldn’t afford it.

Although body cultivators had little potential for advancement, they had to admit that Eric Bennett now had the qualifications to negotiate with them. Maybe in a few months, they would leave Eric Bennett far behind, but for now, they couldn’t ignore him.

The most shocked person here was Michael Bolton. He had known Eric Bennett for four years, spending most of their time together, yet he hadn’t noticed a thing.

After hearing Jack Bolton's words, Eric Bennett didn’t respond, simply looking at him quietly.

“Fine, sixth level of body training. Here are two Blood Replenishing Pills and two Qi Condensing Pills!” Jack Bolton looked at Eric Bennett, took out two porcelain bottles from his chest, and tossed them to Eric Bennett.

Although Jack Bolton appeared calm, Eric Bennett still saw killing intent in his eyes. But Eric Bennett didn’t care. Judging by these people’s behavior, it was clear they were all rookies. Outside, they might not be a match for Eric Bennett, but in the Sirius Mountains, Eric Bennett had plenty of ways to deal with them.

The only one he was wary of was Michael Bolton, a second-rank martial artist who had survived on the outskirts for ten years—far beyond what Eric Bennett could compare to.

“Brother Yue, you can’t give him…”

“Frank Bolton, shut up!”

Seeing Jack Bolton toss the porcelain bottles to Eric Bennett, Frank Bolton became anxious, but before he could finish, Jack Bolton cut him off with an angry shout.

Jack Bolton had great authority among these people, so Frank Bolton immediately fell silent, not daring to speak. However, the look he gave Eric Bennett was full of hatred.

Eric Bennett reached out, caught the porcelain bottles, glanced at them, and put them into his chest.