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!

next round, where you will be competing for the Magic Spirit

course, if you fail this next round, it won't influence the result of your appraisal. It's only

be divided into five

we compete within

Refinement. Then you can fight against each other with the weapon you have casted. Victory is won with the most powerful weapon!"

limiting all the 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

some 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 and didn't make full use of their casting skills.

were no

were soon divided into five

disciples fought against each other in pairs. The victors

group was Kayla. It was a pity that she 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

battle of the fourth group began. Ricky and Andrew were in the same group, to the surprise of many. Even they themselves didn't anticipate this. They finally faced each other

destined to meet!' Ricky laughed

that Elder Alex intentionally assigned me and Andrew in the same group!' the thought came suddenly out of nowhere. Ricky turned around and

intentionally. Perhaps he wants to know how far my casting skill has truly reached, ' Ricky thought. 'Well, it's fine. I will have to

that you won't battle against me. Otherwise, your saber would be smashed into tiny pieces by my

doom!" Ricky grinned, confidence shining in

away Andrew's threats, and stepped onto the arena to compete. He mentally prepared himself for this,

expected, it was Ricky and Andrew who would face off. Now

a hell

think Andrew will use his meteor hammer to smash up Ricky's poor little saber!" some disciples jeered, still looking down on

...

said?" Andrew sneered

calmly, his eyes growing sharp in