Reginald Shaw spat out a mouthful of old blood and fell straight to the ground.
During his trip to Niarak, he suffered a disgraceful defeat, losing his chief instructor and injuring ten of his elite subordinates.
The situation was severe.
The higher-ups would definitely demand accountability.
Worst of all, the confidence of his ten prodigies had been severely shattered by this contest, throwing their minds into disarray.
The Edge Agents had left a psychological scar on them, from which they couldn’t recover.
All they saw was darkness.
“Reginald Shaw!” Brandon Pearce hurriedly helped him up.
Reginald Shaw slowly regained consciousness, his eyes brimming with tears of helplessness.
“Flynn, I don’t understand, how did just a few strikes advance them to Grandmaster?” Reginald Shaw said weakly.
All cultivators knew that the gap between a Semi-Grandmaster and a Grandmaster was vast.
Many martial artists could never break through it in their entire lives.
Unless they were monstrously talented.
Yet Flynn had merely thrashed about randomly, and ten Semi-Grandmasters had all become Grandmasters.
Flynn said nonchalantly, “Of course others can’t do it. The people from The Edge have taken my Tempering Draught and practiced the Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique I taught. Their bodily functions have reached their peak.”
“I then cleared the blockages in their meridians, allowing the qi within them to circulate without hindrance.”
“The qi could naturally be fully released.”
The difference between a Semi-Grandmaster and a Grandmaster was not significant in terms of internal qi; the distinction lay in the openness of their meridians.
In other words, advancing from Semi-Grandmaster to Grandmaster involved breaking through these meridian blockages.
Like Molly, a Semi-Grandmaster could also release her qi externally, but her level of release was like a balloon with a pinhole.
At most, she could use her robust physique to push the air within ten meters.
A Grandmaster, on the other hand, would explode!
Fully releasing their power!
Everyone from Kirin understood.
The recent progress of the Edge Agents was entirely due to Flynn.
The Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique and the Tempering Draught strengthened their physiques, and Flynn cleared their meridian blockages.
Everything naturally fell into place.
“Tempering Draught? Flynn is also a master of medicine?” Callan Grey asked in astonishment.
As a Great Grandmaster, he was well aware of the various methods of martial arts training.
Apothecary for fortifying the body with medicinal concoctions, Adept, Blademaster, and various other methods.
Apothecary involved using medicinal concoctions to assist martial artists in advancing.
With the Tempering Draught Apothecary and the Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique Adept, it was no wonder the Edge Agents were progressing!
But such a Tempering Draught was rare and not something ordinary medical practitioners could achieve.
Especially to elevate a group of underdogs from The Edge so significantly in such a short time was extraordinary.
It was like expecting a middle school student to be admitted to a prestigious university-uncommon and remarkable.
There was only one explanation: Flynn was not only exceptional in martial arts but also a formidable figure in medicine.
Reginald Shaw was also continuously shocked.
During the morning contest, he had noticed the abnormalities in the Edge Agents.
Kirin had six Grandmasters and four Semi-Grandmasters.
The Edge had two Grandmasters and eight Semi-Grandmasters.
Despite such a disparity in strength, The Edge had managed to hold on for ten minutes, indicating their incredibly strong physiques.
Now, it was clear that everything about The Edge was thanks to Flynn, and it was unbelievable.
Brandon Pearce said proudly, “Reginald Shaw, my grandfather’s illness was cured by Mr. Clark.”
Proud?
Of course!
Who wouldn’t be proud to be associated with a person like Mr. Clark?
Moreover, Mr. Clark had repeatedly rescued the Pearce family from difficult situations, truly a lucky star for the Pearce family!
The Pearce family would never forget this.
They would follow him to the death!
“What? Wasn’t it Layla?” Reginald Shaw was utterly shocked.
Brandon Pearce smiled, “Ms. Woods is somewhat inferior to Mr. Clark.”
Reginald Shaw took a deep breath.
He knew about Elis Pearce’s severe lung condition, which even Layla, the divine doctor, had failed to cure, but Flynn had?
Reginald Shaw felt the world spinning around him.
He finally understood why Flynn, upon his arrival, looked down on everyone and scolded even Brandon Pearce.
In Flynn’s eyes, everyone else was mere ants!
“I… I… I’m sorry,” Reginald Shaw stuttered nervously, his mind filled with countless thoughts that ultimately condensed into an apology.
What had he done initially!
Endless humiliation, sarcasm.
Complete disdain.
To offend such an important person instead of forging ties.
Regret!
Utter regret!
A Greater Sovereign in both medicine and cultivation!
What did that mean?
It was like being a straight-A student at school, not just acing one subject in math while being average in others.
Flynn had transcended the ranks of the extraordinary talents, surpassing the Hidden Dragon Ranking of young contenders, and was now comparable to the formidable old monsters of Ostrad!
Oh, the splendor of a decade!
Unimaginable!
With such a formidable presence, The Edge is sure to dazzle in this military exercise.
Flame Dragon has met its match! It’s likely to be defeated!
After being ridiculed by the major military districts for three years, The Edge is bound to make a remarkable debut this year!
If all ten cadets from The Edge enter Camp Auston, they will leave a significant mark in the annals of Ostrad military history!
The commanders of the Nine Great Military Regions will be astounded!
Seeing Reginald Shaw’s reaction, The Edge also felt a chill in their hearts.
When Flynn first came to The Edge, they had engaged in such demeaning acts.
Thankfully, for Mr. Pearce’s sake, he stayed; otherwise, would they have achieved what they have today?
From now on, everyone at the scene understood one thing: never judge a book by its cover!
This lesson must be etched deep into their bones.
Never to be forgotten!
“Brandon, I’m sorry, I will never mock you again,” Reginald Shaw said with a wry smile.
Now that Brandon Pearce has befriended Flynn, his future achievements are bound to be unmatchable.
Turning his head, Flynn said lightly to Brandon Pearce, “Actually, with the Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique and the Tempering Draught, along with another set of physical training I’ve prepared, it should be enough for The Edge cadets to vie for first place in the military exercise.”
“But just yesterday at Jade Dragon Mountain, Callie Pearce mentioned that the Nine Great Military Regions had changed their head instructors, and their teams had significantly improved.”
“Those head instructors probably used some clever methods too.”
“So I decided to come here personally to help them improve.”
Reginald Shaw nodded and said, “Flynn is right; teams like Flame Dragon are using methods from both the Apothecary and the Adept.”
“Their players have improved a lot.”
“Oh?” Flynn raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Then it’s a case of ‘eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their divine powers.'”
Reginald Shaw looked down, silent.
This time, it seems Flame Dragon and the other teams have met their match.
“Mr. Clark, my grandfather has prepared a family banquet for tomorrow and would like to invite you,” Brandon Pearce earnestly said.
Flynn waved his hand, “I have to go to Pelens tomorrow, I’m not free. Let’s reschedule.”
Callie Pearce had done so much investigation; he was touched and didn’t outright refuse.
“Also, give the cadets a day off too. When they return, training will be tougher. It’s all about balancing work and rest,” Flynn added after a thought.
If this had been said two hours earlier, the people from Kirin would have mocked them.
What? You rookies want a day off? Sure! Just give up completely!
Now, they had nothing to say.
With The Edge’s current level, being in the top three was certainly no problem, especially with half a month still to go.
What’s one day’s delay?
Brandon Pearce nodded, turned to the Edge Agents, and announced, “Mr. Clark has decided to give everyone a day off. Go home and enjoy the holiday tomorrow!”
“But we must train extra until midnight tonight!”
Everyone was immediately excited.
“Mr. Clark, you are my hero!”
“Mr. Clark is mighty! Brothers, even when we go home tomorrow, let’s find time to practice a few hours!”
“Hope Mr. Clark can teach us for a few more years!”
Everyone was invigorated.
For three consecutive years at the bottom, the head of The Edge Facility was furious and had stripped everyone of their home leave, demanding they train to death!
It had been a year since any of them had gone home.
Hearing this news, how could they not be happy?
“A few more years?” Flynn’s mouth curled into a mischievous smile, “After tomorrow, I will come to The Edge Facility a few more times, and then you might not think this way anymore.”
“We’re not afraid! As long as we can improve, no matter how tough or tiring, we’re not afraid!” the group roared, their spirits at their peak.
Flynn nodded, pleased.
The Edge had changed, with a refreshed spirit and resolute eyes.
This was exactly the outcome Flynn wanted.
“Brandon, since your people need extra training, we won’t disturb you.”
Seeing the fervor of the people from The Edge, Reginald Shaw felt a pang of loss.
He waved his hand, leading his team to leave.
Until recently, he and Callan Grey had thought Kirin might make the top five.
But now, with their forces diminished, they were destined to be at the bottom this year.
However, just as everyone was packing up to leave, Flynn spoke again, “Wait a minute!”