Edward Grant did not retreat but advanced instead. He extended his arm and pointed out with two fingers.

Clang...

A loud crash rang out as Edward Grant's two fingers pierced through William Bolton's sword shadow, striking precisely on the side of the sword tip.

William Bolton was shocked. A powerful force surged from the sword, and with a flash of light, the longsword flew out of his hand, shooting more than thirty feet away.

Still stunned, William Bolton saw Edward Grant step forward again. The hand that had pointed with two fingers now closed into a fist, and with a sudden slap, swung fiercely toward William Bolton's face.

Watching Edward Grant's palm coming at him, William Bolton desperately wanted to dodge, but the thought had barely formed when a sharp pain exploded on his face—Edward Grant's palm had already landed.

Ah...

With a miserable scream, William Bolton felt as if a mountain had collapsed onto his face. His body lurched, and with a single slap from Edward Grant, he was sent sprawling to the ground.

"Who is the real trash?"

Edward Grant shouted loudly, stepping forward and stomping down.

William Bolton had just fallen to the ground and was still howling in pain when Edward Grant's foot stomped directly onto his face.

This stomp was incredibly heavy. With a dull thud, the hard arena floor cracked open, and William Bolton's head was driven straight into the hole.

First, William Bolton was slapped to the ground by Edward Grant, then his head was stomped through the arena floor and stuffed into the hole. He was completely dazed, only able to scream instinctively, unable to react at all.

His right leg tightened as Edward Grant grabbed him and lifted him up, head down, feet up.

This time, William Bolton's head was pulled out of the hole, and he finally regained some clarity. Terrified, he shrieked, "Senior Brother Huang, spare me!"

But before William Bolton could finish, Edward Grant shouted over him, "Who is the trash?"

As he spoke, Edward Grant grabbed William Bolton's right leg and swung him fiercely.

Bang...

William Bolton's body traced a 180-degree arc through the air and crashed heavily onto the arena.

Crack, crack...

The arena instantly shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading everywhere, showing just how much force Edward Grant had used!

Ugh...

William Bolton spat out a mouthful of blood. His body, battered by the impact, was covered in split wounds, blood streaming out.

"Who is the trash?"

Another explosive shout, and William Bolton's body once again traced a 180-degree arc, slamming hard onto the arena.

Crack, crack...

The spot where he landed broke apart, and William Bolton spewed blood again.

"I'm trash... I'm trash... Senior Brother Huang, spare me—I'm trash!"

Enduring the pain, William Bolton screamed at the top of his lungs. He was terrified. In Edward Grant's hands, he felt as insignificant as a mosquito, and Edward Grant could crush him at any moment.

Below the stage, all the outer sect disciples were silent, eyes wide, mouths forming 'O's, their gazes filled with shock.

No one had expected such a scene to unfold on the arena.

In Edward Grant's hands, William Bolton had no ability to resist at all. Like a dead dog, he was tossed around by Edward Grant.

Chapter 005 Martial Arts Pavilion (Part 1)

"How is this possible? Senior Brother William Bolton is at the peak of the fifth level of the Martial Artist realm! Even many sixth-level martial artists have lost to his sword. How could he have no power to fight back?"

"I heard Senior Brother William Bolton is about to break through to the sixth level. His brother, Senior Brother James Bolton, is at the tenth level and made it into the top ten outer sect disciples last year. Most of the top ten have already reached the Innate realm and become inner sect disciples. This year, Senior Brother James Bolton is sure to be among the top three outer sect disciples. For Senior Brother William Bolton to lose to Senior Brother David Carter on the arena is a huge disgrace, and even Senior Brother James Bolton loses face because of it."

"It's really strange. Senior Brother David Carter and Senior Brother William Bolton fought on the arena just a few days ago. Back then, Senior Brother David Carter only lasted eleven moves before losing to Senior Brother William Bolton. How did Senior Brother David Carter become so powerful in just a few days?"

"I remember Senior Brother David Carter was only at the fourth level of the Martial Artist realm. But now... Senior Brother David Carter really proves the saying: 'You must look at a person with new eyes after a few days.'"

"It seems Senior Brother David Carter's cultivation has broken through. He already had the strength to defeat fifth-level martial artists before. Now, even sixth-level disciples might not be his match."

"Senior Brother David Carter is truly formidable. If he reaches the tenth level in the future, he might become the number one outer sect disciple. Becoming an inner sect disciple would be a sure thing. Ah, if only I could become an inner sect disciple someday!"

"Don't be envious. With Senior Brother William Bolton beaten like this, Senior Brother James Bolton surely won't let it go. I think Senior Brother David Carter's days ahead won't be easy."

"So what? The duel on the arena was witnessed by everyone. Is it only allowed for Senior Brother William Bolton to beat others, but not for others to beat him? The Heavenly Sword Sect isn't run by the Zhang family! No matter how strong they are, they're still just outer sect disciples, aren't they?"