Everyone present were former martial world heroes, who had accumulated countless experiences in battle after joining the Wolf Army. Even when facing five thousand Tiger Guards, they had never seen everyone so tense.

Yet David Harris seemed to turn into a breeze, weaving through the gaps between the crowd. With a long howl, the firewood in his hand seemed like a treasured blade, and he actually used blade techniques.

Wherever David Harris's inner strength reached, the firewood became as hard as refined steel, and when it clashed with the others' weapons, it even produced the sound of metal striking metal. But no one's weapon could touch the firewood in David Harris's hand more than once. As soon as the weapons met, David Harris's firewood would block an attack and immediately counter, and before the opponent could react, they were already struck.

The spots hit were either the throat or the heart. It was only because David Harris held back that when the firewood touched their skin, he stopped at once. Otherwise, under David Harris's powerful inner strength, even if they didn't die, they would have been seriously injured.

The echo of the long howl still lingered, but the crowd had already fallen to the ground. Only a few people like Charles Brooks were still struggling to hold on, but it was only for a moment. Before ten moves had passed, even Charles Brooks and the others were struck at vital points by the "firewood," and not a single person could evade it.

Suddenly, David Harris cursed, "Get up! After all these years in the Wolf Army, why don't you use formation tactics? Again!"

Everyone got up, gathered their weapons, and formed up.

Charles Brooks took command in the center and shouted, "Break the edge!" The crowd immediately followed the order, forming ranks and charging at David Harris.

This time, David Harris didn't charge head-on, but dodged aside to avoid the brunt of the attack.

The group was well-versed in formations, with some responsible for attacking and others for defense. David Harris's sharp momentum was clearly blocked. He could only keep parrying, occasionally finding a gap to counterattack.

But the firewood in David Harris's hand seemed to have eyes. Every time he counterattacked, someone would be "cut" and forced out of formation. No matter how well the group coordinated or how skillful their movements, they could never dodge that strike.

In the time it takes to eat a meal, only a dozen or so people remained inside the circle.

Seeing this, Charles Brooks loudly called a halt. David Harris withdrew, while the others stayed where they were, panting heavily. This sparring session seemed even more exhausting than a real battle.

Looking at David Harris again, his face wasn't red, nor was he out of breath. He smiled at everyone. After a moment, he said, "Well, are you convinced now?"

Charles Brooks shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Boss, I really am convinced. I thought, with so many of us, none of us are mediocre, and we're all familiar with your blade techniques. We should at least be able to hold out for a draw. But I never expected you to be this formidable now. Thank you for holding back, boss."

David Harris also laughed and said, "I don't even know what level my martial arts are at in the martial world now. This was a good chance to test myself with your help."

After speaking, he tossed away the firewood in his hand and returned to the campfire, calling everyone to sit down.

Looking at the group, David Harris said to Charles Brooks, "Big Charles, if you have something to say, just say it. No need to hide anything; we're all brothers here, no need to be so formal. Also, the friends hiding over there, come join us as well." David Harris sent this message far away with his inner strength, confident that those people had heard it.

Charles Brooks blushed anxiously and said, "Boss, this..."

From afar came a calm yet resonant voice: "Little Harris, you truly have sharp senses. Please forgive our intrusion."

As the voice faded, several figures emerged from the darkness. The leader had a long, flowing beard, white eyebrows and whiskers, but not a single hair on his head. Judging by his attire, he was actually a monk.

As they approached, Charles Brooks and the others stood up to greet them. David Harris also stood, for the monk was clearly advanced in years, exuding an aura of immortality. Judging by his appearance, he was likely a senior from Charles Brooks's sect, so David Harris showed him great respect and rose to welcome him.

After Charles Brooks paid his respects to the monk and the others who had come along, he said to David Harris, "Boss, this is my grandmaster, and also the current abbot of the Shaolin Sect, Master Watson. These are all martial arts authorities. This is Master Johnson from Emei, now the head of the Emei Sect. This is the master of Golden Dragon Manor in the martial world. They have some matters to discuss with you."

David Harris looked puzzled and said, "I wouldn't dare trouble you all to come here. May I ask what brings you, esteemed elders?"

Master Watson replied solemnly, "Not at all. Little Benefactor, your courage leads the army, and you have made the Khitan tremble in fear. Such might is truly enviable! Our visit is a bit presumptuous, and frankly, it's not easy to bring up."

It turned out that after Charles Brooks had single-handedly killed Hubi that day, he wrote to his sect to report the matter, and also described David Harris's deeds.

Hubi was already a top expert, so Shaolin was delighted to receive the news. But after reading about David Harris, they couldn't help but worry. If David Harris was really as formidable as Charles Brooks described, and he roamed the martial world with such a penchant for killing, wouldn't it spell disaster for the martial world?

Shaolin quickly contacted Emei and other major figures in the martial world, and they gathered to discuss David Harris. Everyone was both shocked and fearful, but also somewhat skeptical. So, on David Harris's way home, they arranged this test.

They gathered disciples from various sects who had made mistakes and returned from the Wolf Army, and personally tested their martial arts. The results astonished them. Even the weakest of these disciples could exchange a hundred moves with their own sect leaders without defeat. This both shocked and delighted everyone—shocked at their high level of martial arts, and delighted that each sect had gained a new batch of strong fighters.

Out of concern, they decided to first observe David Harris's martial arts.