Zachary's last opponent was Chandler, the personal disciple of Gray. He was at the ninth grade of
Earth Level and the most powerful among the disciples of Earth Level. It made sense that he could
make it to the final battle.
Despite his whiskers and sturdy figure, he was fairly young. In fact, he was at a similar age as Elva. It
was quite impressive for him to attain such a level at such an age!
Chandler was at the courtyard outside his room, beating the wooden stakes. He was sweating
profusely. His steps were firm, and his fists and legs were steady. It was obvious that he practiced
diligently.
"Chandler." Just then, a man with extraordinary aura walked into the courtyard.
"Bruce? Why are you here? I thought you were still cultivating in seclusion?" Chandler said and then
grinned innocently.
"It's almost time to go to the Celestial College. Master Lewis wanted me to go out and prepare in
advance. I heard that you've made it to the final battle, so I've come to congratulate you."
"That's very nice of you, Bruce. But I just made it to the final battle. It's not like I've won the battle
already. What's there to congratulate me for? Congratulate me after I win it!" Chandler said.
"Your last opponent is the loser, Zachary. You should be able to easily defeat him. But I heard that his
meridians have been healed, and that he even defeated Gary, so I think it's necessary to remind you.
This person is very strange. Although his strength seems normal, he is good at some hidden and
insidious techniques. He even broke one of Benjamin's arms and defeated Gary under seemingly
impossible circumstances. He must have some secret techniques readied for the final battle," Bruce
reminded him in a sullen tone.
"I'll remember your words, and I will be very careful," Chandler replied.
"Being careful won't work. I have a packet of Nether Powder. Keep it in case you have need of it. If
Zachary uses any surprise technique, you don't have to be kind to him!" Bruce took out an oiled paper
packet.
"I can't use that. That's dishonorable," Chandler said. He was shocked that Bruce even suggested it.
"Do you want to miss this chance that comes only once every three years? If the other disciples catch
up with you after three years, you will never get another chance."
Chandler hesitated after he heard Bruce's words.
Bruce recognized the shift in Chandler's manner and quickly pushed the powder into Chandler's hand
and then left.
Two days later, the final battle that would determine who would be selected to join the Celestial College
started. A big battle ring was erected in the middle of the training ground, surrounded by a large crowd
of people.
Lewis and the five stewards still accompanied Sara, sitting on the tall platform at the front-end of the
training ground.
"You are right, Gray. Your disciple will be the winner," Albert said while looking at him with jealousy.
"I'm flattered!" Gray waved his hand, but he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Although Chandler is so talented, he is diligent in cultivation, which is the most important quality. It's
not a surprise that he made it," Lewis remarked. He had a good impression of Chandler among all the
disciples.
"It's his honor to be praised by Master Lewis!" Gray exclaimed.
"Although Zachary beat Gary last time, Gary lost because he underestimated his opponent. But
Chandler is different. He is steady, and I believe that Zachary won't have any chance," Barton said. He
seemed to be eager to see Chandler destroy Zachary.
The other stewards nodded slowly in agreement.
"I think something unexpected might happen," Sara said, as if she knew what the result would be.
The other stewards exchanged glances when they heard Sara's words.
Zachary and Chandler soon entered the battle ring, and they were surrounded by thundering cheers.
But compared to the previous competitions, there was an increase in the disciples that cheered for
Zachary. His marvelous performance in the previous rounds won him the admiration of many disciples.
Most of the disciples in the sect were not as talented. Many were just like Zachary. The sudden rise of
Zachary created an example for them, a model for them to follow, and this inspired them to be more
confident in themselves.
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
"Chandler of course."
"But, Zachary defeated Gary last time..."
"That's just an accident. Maybe Gary underestimated him, but Chandler never underestimates
anyone!"
Heated discussions on who was going to win easily spread among the disciples in the crowd. Most of
the disciples still admired Chandler over Zachary.
Elva stood at the edge of the battle ring, staring coldly at Zachary. She had a very cold and serious air
around her, making her seem so horrifying that disciples avoided getting near her.
"Chandler, nice to see you today!" Seeing that Chandler looked relaxed, Zachary greeted him since he
was also fond of him.
"Zachary, it's really an accomplishment for you to enter the final battle, given that you're only at the
Mortal Level! Unfortunately, there can only be one winner. So, I will do my best to beat you!" Chandler
responded in a straightforward and imposing manner.
"Chandler, you can use your full strength. Even if I lose, I won't lose in a shameful manner!" Zachary
calmly smiled and suddenly released his aura—he had just reached the seventh grade of Mortal Level.
There was no need to hide his power now.
"Seventh grade of Mortal Level? When did he attain such power?"
"Do I see it wrong? Before he was injured, he was only at the third grade of Mortal Level, wasn't he?"
"Oh my God! Is he still a human?"
All of a sudden, the whole training ground was in an uproar.
Even the leader and stewards of the sect were also surprised to see that Zachary had reached the
seventh grade of Mortal Level after his meridians were restored.
"He suddenly increased his power? How was he able to improve his power by so much? Is it possible
that he has encountered something?" Even Sara was stunned. She stared at Zachary agape with eyes
wide open.
Although Elva suspected it, she was still surprised when Zachary revealed his true power.
Chandler was surprised when he saw that Zachary was now at the seventh grade of Mortal Level. He
immediately bent his back, staring at Zachary as if a wild bear had spotted its prey. Even though
Zachary had improved greatly, the gap between them was still huge.
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