The legendary warrior

The tension in the air was so thick that one could cut through it with a knife.

"The intermediate Mortal Level"—these words were like a magic spell, causing the disciples' ears to tingle and the hairs on their forearms to stand up. Only a moment ago, they had sneered at Ricky.

They came to venerate Andrew as a symbolic figure, someone who shared their jealousy of Ricky and utterly denied his competence. However, rocks emerged when water subsided. The saber that Ricky had cast served to counter their disdain, once and for all.

"How is it possible? How could he cast a weapon at the intermediate Mortal Level?" disciples murmured, looking at Ricky with suspicious eyes.

"Could it be that he was previously a casting master at the intermediate stage of the Mortal Level? But if so, why did he join the Casting Appraisal at the inferior stage? And he had to compete with Andrew during this too! And Elder Alexander's favoring him, perhaps it was only a coincidence!

Had he really reached the intermediate stage within three days? It's impossible!"

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"How could this ever happen? He really made it!" Kayla was certainly the most astonished. In those three days, she had been observing quite closely how Ricky had done.

Bertha was, of course, surprised as well. But she again had to remind herself not to feel too surprised when it came to Ricky, especially after what he had done in the Snow Sect.

"What the hell!? Damn it! There can be no one superior to me! How dare he challenge me!" Andrew was outraged. "Die! He must die! Otherwise he will most definitely become an obstacle to my success!"

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"Great!" The casting master who was examining Ricky's weapon nodded with satisfaction, rather pleased.

With a cacophony of heated discussions, the appraisal finally came to an end. About four-fifths of the participants passed, which meant that only about forty people were qualified to proceed to the next round.

Now, many disciples began to change their attitude towards Ricky! Perhaps it was true that becoming superior to those who were envious of you would turn their ill will into worship and respect!

of the Mortal Level. Now you can proceed to the next round, where you will be competing for

course, if you fail this next round, it won't influence the

in the competition, please come to the arena and draw lots. You will be divided into five groups,

how do we compete within the groups?" some disciples clarified.

the third grade of Skin Refinement. Then you can fight against each other with the weapon you have casted. Victory

warrior's power to the third grade of Skin Refinement, our Light Apperception will be practically equal. The result of the competition relies only on the power of weapon!" some disciples

of the disciples looked rather regretful, for which they hadn't cast their weapon attentively. They had made it only with the purpose of passing the Casting Appraisal of the intermediate Mortal Level

regrets were

into

disciples fought against each other in pairs. The victors

had defeated Bertha, but it was to be expected as Bertha's weapon was not of the highest callibre. The victor of the second group was Theo, while the third

in the same group, to the surprise of

truly destined to meet!' Ricky laughed to

of

Alex did this intentionally. Perhaps he wants to know how far my casting skill has truly reached, ' Ricky thought. 'Well, it's fine. I will have to fight against Andrew sooner or later anyway, as my purpose is to win the Magic Spirit

same group with you! Oh, you'd better get down on your knees and pray that you won't battle against me. Otherwise, your

it is an omen of your doom!" Ricky grinned, confidence shining in his

stepped onto the arena to compete. He mentally prepared himself

their group fell, until the top two warriors of the fourth group remained. As expected, it was Ricky and Andrew who would face off. Now

a hell of

see! I think Andrew will use his meteor hammer to smash up Ricky's poor little saber!" some disciples jeered,

...

you hear what they said?" Andrew sneered at Ricky, up

calmly, his eyes growing sharp in