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!

to the next round, where you will be competing for the Magic Spirit Stone! If you are confident in your casting skills, welcome to the

it won't influence the result of your appraisal. It's

to the arena and draw lots. You will be divided into five groups, competing within the groups to decide the victors. The five

compete within

against each other with the weapon you have casted. Victory is won with the most powerful weapon!" answered

Refinement, our Light Apperception will be practically equal. The result of the

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

were

divided into five

with the first group, disciples fought against each

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

group, to the surprise of

Enemies are truly destined to meet!'

out of nowhere. Ricky turned around and looked at Elder Alexander, noticing that the Elder was staring his way

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

you won't battle against me. Otherwise, your saber would be smashed into tiny pieces by my meteor hammer!" Andrew whispered to Ricky before walking

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

compete. He mentally prepared himself for this, which would definitely be a pivotal

As expected, it was Ricky and Andrew who would face

be a hell of a

up Ricky's poor little saber!" some

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sneered at Ricky, up on the

business!" Ricky answered calmly, his eyes growing sharp in