Chapter 443: Chapter 407: Today, I’ll Teach You How to Be a Person Again

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes lit up. She lowered her voice and asked, "If I become a Regulator of the Martial World, can I also go to those three organizations?"

Alvin Morgan thought for a moment. "According to the Martial World’s rule that might makes right, you should be able to. But I’m afraid there are people who don’t want you to be a Regulator."

Thinking of the person hiding in the shadows, stabbing her and Alvin Morgan in the back, Aurora Sinclair’s gaze turned cold.

「Elsewhere.」

A figure quickly arrived before a room on the top floor, knocked, then twisted the handle and entered.

The newcomer bowed respectfully toward the inner room’s door, a cautious expression on his face. "My Lord, Aurora Sinclair and the Morgans have entered the association building. Our previous actions... I’m afraid Hector Lennox has discovered them."

"Useless trash—" a sharp rebuke came from within the room.

The person outside the inner room instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground.

Trembling, he said, "Please calm your anger, my Lord. This time, I will take care of them here..."

"Take care of them? Merck Gold is also paying close attention to her. You’ve already lost your chance..."

The man outside the inner room turned pale. ’For my Lord to say such a thing... it means he’s already given up on me.’

He immediately shouted back, "My Lord, there’s still a chance! The Western Continent can lend you a hand."

"How so?"

The man outside the inner room stepped forward and whispered his plan from just outside the door.

The person inside finally roared with laughter. "HAHAHA... Good. I’ll give you one more chance. Make sure you get it done!"

"Yes—"

***

Alvin Morgan had been here before, so he began showing Aurora Sinclair around. "The cards we have are temporary, and they come with a day limit. If we want to extend our stay, we need a valid reason and a member here to act as our guarantor. So, we need to find a member, do them a favor, and get their guarantee..."

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

"But the people here are all elites of the Martial World. They rarely need anyone’s help..."

"Not necessarily." Aurora Sinclair pointed to the sign for the training area on the wall.

The two of them swiped their cards and entered the lowest-level training area.

The members here were all Level Three, and even the weakest among them was a Grandmaster.

Their arrival didn’t attract any attention.

Everyone was focused on comprehending the Cultivation Techniques inscribed on the walls, diligently pursuing their Martial Cultivation.

Aurora Sinclair pulled Alvin Morgan over to one of the walls to carefully examine the Cultivation Techniques.

They were all Cultivation Techniques for cultivating "Power."

They were exceptionally profound, but without sufficient talent, they were nearly impossible to master.

Take the white-haired old man nearby, for example. His talent was less than a third of the person next to him. Even if he meditated on these techniques until the day he died, he would never become a Martial King.

"This Cultivation Technique isn’t for you," Aurora Sinclair said suddenly.

But the old man, seated in meditation beneath the wall, paid her no mind, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

Aurora Sinclair watched him for a moment before moving on to the next person.

After she left, the old man seemed to let out a disdainful snort.

Aurora Sinclair weaved among the crowd of Martial Artists. Whenever she stopped behind someone whose talent was so lacking they would never reach the rank of Martial King in this lifetime, she would say, "This Cultivation Technique isn’t for you."

Most of them, like the first old man, disdained to pay her any mind.

A few opened their eyes to ask why, but when Aurora Sinclair mentioned needing them to guarantee an extension on her stay, they all fell silent.

Seeing how they gave her the cold shoulder, Alvin Morgan sneered inwardly. After Aurora had spoken to the last person, he declared loudly, "Aurora, these people are nothing but stubborn stones, incapable of greatness. No need to waste any more effort on them!"

Before his voice had even faded, a Martial Artist’s eyes snapped open. A gaze full of killing intent fixed on Alvin Morgan as he roared, "You little brat, spouting absolute nonsense! Believe it or not, I’ll cripple you right here and now!"

Alvin Morgan chuckled. "No need. My meridians are already crippled. But you still can’t beat me."

His statement caused the surrounding Martial Artists, deep in their meditation, to open their eyes and stare at him in disbelief, as if he had just told the world’s most outrageous joke.

But the Martial Artist who had rebuked him sneered, his face full of ridicule. "The association will really recruit anyone these days. A piece of trash like you dares to come here and run wild?"

"What, you don’t dare to fight me?"

"You..."

Such a blatant provocation instantly enraged the Martial Artist, who strode forward and attacked Alvin Morgan directly.

But Alvin Morgan swiftly dodged his attack and began to fight back, trading blows move for move. His agile movements were nothing like those of a man with crippled meridians.

The more the Martial Artist fought, the more frightened he became. The Strength and speed of the man before him were no less than his own; his opponent’s fists even seemed to carry a strange sort of energy.

The surrounding Martial Artists were now completely stunned by Alvin Morgan.

They couldn’t feel the slightest fluctuation of "Power" from him, yet they felt a heart-stopping pressure, as if a far more immense Strength enveloped the space between the two fighters.

Suddenly, the Martial Artist staggered, sent flying several meters back by a single punch from Alvin Morgan.

"You..."

"I was lucky."

A smirk played on Alvin Morgan’s lips as he raised a cupped fist.

The Martial Artist clutched his chest in alarm, staring in disbelief. His meridians had nearly been injured by the force of that blow.

’What is this Strength?’

"What kind of technique was that?" someone asked.

Alvin Morgan glanced at the man, a smile playing on his lips, but didn’t answer. He simply turned and returned to Aurora Sinclair’s side.

"Aurora, let’s go."

Seeing that they were about to leave, the crowd scrambled to their feet. "Wait!"

"What is it?"

"What Cultivation Technique are you two practicing?"

"We need a guarantor to extend our time," Alvin Morgan said unhurriedly.

Upon hearing this, the crowd’s expressions shifted. They exchanged glances, but no one responded.

Finally, the Martial Artist who had fought Alvin Morgan spoke up. "Acting as a guarantor to extend your stay just means transferring some of our allotted time to you. But as Level Three members, we only get 100 days a year in the association. Everyone wants to use that time to comprehend the Cultivation Techniques on these walls. None of us have time to spare, so your request is putting us in a difficult position..."

Alvin Morgan smiled. "And that’s why my Aurora didn’t tell *everyone* that the Cultivation Technique is unsuitable for them."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"The Cultivation Technique you’re studying has extremely high requirements. If your natural aptitude for martial arts isn’t high enough, you could study it for your entire life and never make any progress..."

Alvin Morgan’s words caused the expressions of those who had heard Aurora Sinclair’s comments to darken once more.

Everyone here was a prodigy, one in ten thousand. To have someone now claim their talent was insufficient was a colossal insult.

Someone immediately erupted in fury. "What a joke! I became a martial master and developed my Power at eighteen, and you’re telling me I don’t have enough talent? Believe it or not, I’ll knock your teeth out!"

"Exactly! When I became a Grandmaster, you weren’t even born yet, you little punk! How dare you run your mouth here!"

But Alvin Morgan just sneered. "Aptitude for martial arts isn’t just about your meridians. It also involves factors like your comprehension and your body’s natural affinity for Power..."

"What do you know? You’re just a wet-behind-the-ears kid! I’ll teach you a lesson today!" A quick-tempered old man rushed forward, his "Power" lashing out at Alvin Morgan.

But it stopped dead, a meter away from Alvin Morgan.

An invisible wall had materialized in front of him, making it utterly impossible to get any closer to Alvin Morgan.

The atmosphere in the Level Three training area changed in an instant. It felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, and the pressure suddenly intensified.

Everyone’s face changed. They hurriedly circulated their Power to resist, but it was useless.

One by one, they collapsed to the ground, unable to move a muscle.

Then, a cool, clear voice suddenly rang out:

"You are but frogs in a well. How could you possibly know the vastness of the world?"