In Ryan Scott's words, as long as my talent awakens, I'll have endless girls to date and money to spend!

……

"You are Ethan Baker!?"

Just before leaving, a sharp, sinister voice came from the side, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Huh?"

I was taken aback and said, "Why is there someone else here!?"

Behind the stone screen, two people stood there. After hearing my words, their faces were obviously full of embarrassment and anger. One was fat and the other thin, both standing straight with a hint of hostility on their faces, exuding spiritual energy from their bodies, showing some strength. Their purpose was obvious: to challenge me, the so-called number one genius of Silverleaf City, and make a name for themselves.

"What are your names?"

The thin one waved his hand lightly, and spiritual energy instantly condensed into a dazzling sword. He said coldly, "I am Franklin Long from Silverleaf Martial Academy, here to ask for your guidance!"

The fat one stomped his foot, a surge of profound energy rose, and an iron hammer spirit weapon appeared in his right hand. He grinned, "I'm Henry Douglas from Silverleaf Martial Academy, here to test your skills, Ethan Baker!"

The atmosphere became tense, but Mr. Foster and Ryan Scott acted as if nothing was happening. They had seen this kind of scene too many times. Ryan Scott even grinned and said, "Ethan, finish it quickly, we don't have much time."

"No need to waste time, you can't beat me," I said with a smile.

"Cut the crap, take this!" the fat one roared, his warhammer buzzing with power, already starting to unleash its strength.

"Then I won't be polite!"

I bent my body slightly, tensing up like a drawn war bow. Spiritual energy surged from my feet, instantly flooding my body with tremendous force. In a flash, I rushed in front of the two of them. My left foot slid half a step back, lowering my center of gravity. Wisps of pale green spiritual energy rose from the ground like vines. Clenching my fist, power surged through my arms. Raising my eyebrows, I smiled, "Come at me together!"

"You're not using a spirit weapon?!"

The thin one was a bit annoyed. "Aren't you being too arrogant?"

"I don't need Moonblade to deal with you two," I said with a bright smile. "Come on, let's finish this quickly."

"You're asking for it!"

The fat one roared, stomping forward. Despite his bulky frame, he was surprisingly fast. Wind blades swirled around his spirit weapon warhammer, like a fierce gale scraping painfully against the skin.

Unfortunately, while his strength and speed were enough, his intentions were far too obvious.

Almost the instant his warhammer got close, I suddenly shifted my feet, moving sideways in a flash. My hand opened like an eagle's claw, grabbing his collar and tossing him out with the momentum.

"Bang!"

Dust flew as the fat one crashed into my home's protective wall in a spread-eagle position. His spirit weapon warhammer instantly dissipated into sparkling spiritual light, and he lay limply on the ground, already knocked out!

"Too much!"

The thin one roared, spiritual energy gathering into a longsword in his hand, slicing through the air.

"Shhh!"

The sharp sword unleashed a streak of fierce light several meters long, like an arrow piercing the sky, stirring up a wave of air, the heat scorching.

Gale Thrust, one of the continent's common spiritual martial techniques.

There were no more than fifty people in Silverleaf Martial Academy who could use Gale Thrust—this thin guy was a real expert!

Unfortunately, he was too slow.

Just before the sword wind that could pierce skin reached me, I suddenly raised my right hand, spiritual energy flaring. A cold, crescent-moon-like longsword appeared in my hand—Moonblade, my innate life weapon!

"Clang—"

A wisp of pale yellow energy surged between my arms. I silently activated the Battle Tactic. With spiritual energy driving it, there was a faint sound of dragon roars and tiger howls—the third level of the Battle Tactic: "Dragon Soaring, Tiger Prowling." Power filled Moonblade, and with a casual motion, I knocked aside the opponent's longsword. My left fist followed through, like a bolt of thunder flashing through the air—Thunderfist!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the thin one stood frozen in place, nosebleed gushing, his face full of grief and indignation. He collapsed with a crash, instantly fainting.

Ryan Scott spat on his unconscious body: "And they call you one of the top ten experts of Silverleaf Martial Academy, pfft!"

I patted his shoulder. "Let's go, to the Sanctuary!"

"Okay, Ethan!"

The carriage left home, speeding away straight toward the center of Silverleaf City.

……

The Sanctuary, a building constructed of white marble, enshrined the Seven Spirit Gods inside. Like the Skyfire Tower, it was an organization set up by the Seven Temples in every city, and was almost a holy place in the hearts of all spiritual cultivators in Silverleaf City.

From afar, several luxurious carriages were parked at the entrance of the Sanctuary. Besides the carriages, there were also some knights equipped with fine weapons. Before our carriage even stopped, a Sanctuary guard came over and said in a low voice, "Young Master Baker, the Valkyrie's convoy has just arrived. Please go up first and wait for the Valkyrie to conduct the ceremony for you."

"Alright, thank you."

After getting off the carriage, I headed straight for the top floor of the Sanctuary. Along the way, many people from Silverleaf City stared straight at me. This awakening ceremony would determine whether Silverleaf City could produce a Martial God-level figure. After all, I possessed a top-grade heavenly spiritual vein, which was almost unheard of on the continent. Once my talent awakened, my future would be limitless!