Brant Fairbanks stood at the boundary.

He looked up ahead.

A team of men, full of murderous intent, was rushing over.

In the distance, Julius Reed remained silent, ready to observe.

Brant Fairbanks knew his thoughts clearly, but it was apparent that this Dean underestimated the resolve of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, underestimated the power of the Bai Long Alliance.

Even if they lost this first battle, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wouldn't lose too badly.

Perhaps, Brant Fairbanks was too confident in those academy disciples who were improved.

Not everyone is Julius Reed.

The strong remain strong.

Weaklings can never reach the top in a single bound.

"Children, the time to show your strength has come!"

Brant Fairbanks gripped his sword with some excitement.

"Dean, we'll take the lead. If the enemy is too strong, then you can step in!"

The academy disciples, having been reformed, were eager and brimming with mysterious confidence.

After all, Brant Fairbanks told them last night that West Tower is so powerful.

Who wouldn't want to make a big scene on Kunlun Mountain like West Tower, who wouldn't want to shine brightly on this battlefield like West Tower?

Now, they had become the people they once could only look up to, envy, and admire.

This feeling was more exciting than being pumped with adrenaline!

"Brothers, charge!"

A young disciple roared, wielding a long saber, and charged towards the warhorses!

Thud!

The long saber swung!

In an instant, it slashed down a warhorse!

The warrior on the horse had just landed, not yet able to react before being hacked to death in a flurry of blades!

Bang!

A hapless academy disciple was struck by the leading general's warhorse, dying instantly!

But their comrade's death didn't instill fear in these disciples, instead, it made them even more excited!

When swinging their sabers, these people clearly felt their strength had grown!

Even doubled!

What terrifying power this was!

They charged madly, and in just over ten seconds, killed all of the enemies except the leader!

Blood splattered on their faces.

That smile was so dazzling!

In the rear.

The martial artists were utterly shocked.

These were just academy students!

In other words, just young masters!

How could each one be so ferocious?

They asked themselves, their most excellent disciples might only reach this level.

But for Ocean Academy, to be able to go up and fight without regard for life and death, it seemed they were just ordinary disciples!

Could it be...

Recalling Julius Reed's words, they fell silent.

Could it be that Ocean Academy had many young masters as powerful as West Tower?

If that's true, they shouldn't casually provoke Ocean Academy in the future.

Especially since West Tower is a very vengeful person.

As strong as the Sect Master Swordless, yet he was still killed by West Tower in a public duel!

It was a killing done openly and publicly!

And he got away safely!

Even Han Caldwell had to endure it.

Too terrifying.

Those who initially wanted to challenge Julius Reed all backed down.

On the battlefield.

A scenario quickly formed where multiple people surrounded one.

"You all stand back."

At Brant Fairbanks' command, the Ocean Academy disciples immediately retreated.

They knew this remaining man must be a true expert.

"Ocean Academy, Brant Fairbanks!"

Brant Fairbanks cupped his fists, his voice loud.

He wasn't here to help Han Caldwell seize territory, but to enhance his own reputation.

To make Demarco Mount and Kunlun Mountain remember the name Brant Fairbanks.

To remember Ocean Academy!

To expand his influence!

"Bai Long Alliance, Noe Leocadia!" The man dismounted, lightly patting his horse's flank.

The warhorse turned around and headed back the way it came.

"You know, I've never lost in my life." Noe Leocadia raised his heavy saber, chuckling softly: "This saber weighs 370 jin! The number of people who died under this saber is no fewer than a thousand."

"I don't like to waste words." Brant Fairbanks gathered strength under his feet and leapt forth!

Sword light slashed through the sky like lightning!

Fiercely crashing down!

"Hah!"

Noe Leocadia squinted his eyes, cutting through the air with his saber!

Clang!

Sparks flew!

Brant Fairbanks took one step back.

And Noe Leocadia, he didn't move an inch!

"What strength! A weapon nearly 400 jin, yet wielded so effortlessly. Sir, it seems you're an uncommon strength-type Grandmaster!"

Brant Fairbanks scrutinized him seriously, having reached a conclusion in his mind.

"Strength-type? In this era, people still cultivate strength?" The group of Grandmasters from Boulevard couldn't help but discuss.

"Survival of the fittest! Our martial arts are also evolving. For thousands of years, it's been proven that strength-type martial artists are simply no match for agility-type martial artists."

"I agree! Among all martial skills, speed is invincible! Besides, it's been years since anyone has seen a strength-type Great Grandmaster. Surprisingly, today we get to witness one."

It seemed there was consensus in the martial arts community.

Among all martial skills, speed is invincible.

No matter how strong you are, if you can't hit your opponent, what's the point?

"Strength-type martial artists, an easy target! The only use might be to haul bricks at construction sites."

This remark drew a wave of laughter.

However.

Julius Reed disagreed.

In the world of martial arts, although the great path unites as one.

A diversity of styles is what the martial arts world should embrace.

Strength and agility both have their pros and cons; it's just that agility has a lower threshold for ordinary people, and it's easier to practice.

Bang!

He leapt off his horse.

Upon landing, he left a deep pit in the ground.

The originally noisy atmosphere suddenly quieted.

"Mr. West Tower, also a strength-type martial artist?"

They widened their eyes.

The moment he landed, the martial artists' hearts trembled.

This was the effect of power.

"The martial arts world, doesn't separate like that." Julius Reed waved his hand: "Just chaotic learning."

Possessing both strength and agility!

No wonder he's so formidable!

Clang!

A loud crash on the battlefield pulled the martial artists' thoughts back.

Brant Fairbanks didn't choose to act swiftly but clashed head-on with Noe Leocadia once again.

"In terms of strength, you're not my match. But in terms of agility, I might not lose to you by much." Noe Leocadia took off his shirt, revealing his robust physique.

"I'm the number one warrior of the Bai Long Alliance. If you can kill me, you win."

Swoosh!

He tossed his shirt aside, eyes filled with killing intent!

"Very well!"

Brant Fairbanks' figure flashed explosively!

The longsword unexpectedly floated in front of him!

In an instant!

Sword Qi began to ravage, blasting straight towards Noe Leocadia!

But apparently, this wasn't the end!

Buzz!

Noe Leocadia's heavy saber began to tremble!

"Path of Weaponry! Dean Fairbanks actually activated the Path of Weaponry! Interfering with the opponent's weapon, in a moment where a second decides life and death, it's practically invincible!"

The martial artists from Boulevard had to admit, Ocean Academy was truly formidable!

But why hadn't they heard of Ocean Academy before now?

Boom!

A loud explosion!

Noe Leocadia's eyes turned red, a red aura vaguely enveloping his body!

"Tyrannical!"

Julius Reed couldn't help but exclaim.

Noe Leocadia turned out to be a tyrannical martial artist!

No wonder he possessed such brute force!

"The great path is formless! Today, I grant you death!" Noe Leocadia's long saber emitted a red glow!

That Path of Weaponry was completely ineffective!

"Kill!"

The heavy saber, like a blazing flame, slashed down from the sky!

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