After eating the meal Hailey Morgan ordered and taking a short rest, Alex Morgan picked up her phone and dialed a number.
“Yes, it’s me.”
Alex Morgan said indifferently, “I can come today, I have plenty of time.”
The voice on the other end of the line seemed quite pleasantly surprised.
“Alright.”
“Notify them; whoever can spare the time should come.”
After hanging up, Alex Morgan put on her clothes and went out.
In the sunlight cast by the trees, Alex Morgan walked out of the residential complex, mounted her silver bicycle, and merged into the flow of traffic on the city streets.
—Normally, in her scheduled itinerary, this time would be spent purchasing groceries to avoid the predicament of running out of food halfway through a game session; other than that, she had no intention of doing anything else.
But since she had now officially stepped into the E-level and seen a new world, the situation was a different matter entirely.
Along the way, a silver bicycle wove through the streets and alleys at an extremely fast speed, leaving a trail like a shooting star in the eyes of many drivers and pedestrians.
The shooting star sped all the way to the south of the city, finally stopping in front of a building that looked antique.
The building was exquisitely renovated with a traditional form, but the interior decoration was novel, giving a feeling of a blend between old-fashioned architecture and modernity; one could even hear deep shouts and the sound of weapons clashing from within.
Seven large characters were written in a flamboyant, cursive style on the plaque.
Fedex Youth Palace Sword Hall.
Alex Morgan did not hesitate in the slightest; she carried her bicycle straight inside, placed it openly in the corner of the lobby, and walked toward the interior of the venue amidst the awestruck gazes of the Disciple at the entrance.
When she had just started high school and her body had already been honed to quite a good state, in order to verify whether extraordinary powers existed in this world, Alex Morgan had once used her accumulated funds and private connections to do something quite crazy.
She had visited almost all the famous martial arts halls, large and small, in Riverton City.
Of course, it wasn’t to visit, but to challenge the halls.
Relying on physical fitness and reaction speed far exceeding her peers, she had, in the name of “sparring,” friendly but forcefully swept through most of the students of her age, even forcing quite a few coaches to enter the arena themselves.
At the time, the talent she displayed astonished many dojo masters, who one after another extended olive branches, wanting to take her in as their closed-door Disciple.
But at every martial arts hall, Alex Morgan would only ask one question:
“If one trains to the peak here, can one release Qi energy blasts or fly on a sword?”
The answer received was naturally negative.
After confirming that there were no traces of extraordinary power in these martial arts halls, Alex Morgan declined all invitations without hesitation.
This was a sword hall additionally expanded from the Riverton Youth Palace; the dojo master had opened classes inside the Youth Palace in his early years, but because it became more and more popular, with even adults willing to come and learn, he simply moved a few hundred meters next to the Youth Palace, still carrying the Youth Palace sign.
There were three reasons for staying here:
First.
Blades and swords, in normal cold weapon combat, were actually not among the most effective ones.
But in those extraordinary works, blades and swords were instead the most popular.
In other words, if there truly was something extraordinary in this world, then following this path to Cultivate would give a greater chance of finding the extraordinary, which could also be considered laying a foundation in advance.
This matter was…
in short, it was recorded in countless places.
Second, the Dojo Master Carter here was quite “sensible.”
Dojo Master Carter was not only a genuine expert with real skills but also someone who cherished talent as if his life depended on it, rather than just teaching things to fool children.
After witnessing Alex Morgan’s talent, he not only waived the tuition fees but also took the initiative to offer to cover Alex Morgan’s expensive training equipment wear-and-tear and nutritional supplement costs.
Later, he even directly hired Alex Morgan to come once a week as a “Special Teaching Assistant” to guide newcomers, with an hourly wage as high as five hundred yuan.
For Alex Morgan, this was simply a paradise for paid level-grinding.
Third, and most importantly—the people here also had personalities that Alex Morgan found compatible.
It was a simple principle.
Since Alex Morgan would hate dating due to personal interest issues, and even refuse to quickly and utilitarianly accumulate wealth from Hailey Morgan, then she naturally also had her own preferences and inclinations, just not displayed in the way familiar to ordinary people.
Relatively speaking, this Riverton Youth Palace was quite interesting.
“Senior Brother!”
“Hello, Senior Brother!”
Just after walking into the dojo, several people who were sweating profusely stopped their movements and bowed respectfully to Alex Morgan.
And there were even several people with tall, well-proportioned builds, who looked like experts at a glance, with eyes full of excitement.
Alex Morgan nodded slightly as a response and walked straight toward the locker room.
…
Two hours later.
Clack!
Clack!
The person swinging the sword was struck by the counterattacking wooden sword, stumbling and landing on their butt, panting heavily.
Alex Morgan withdrew her wooden sword: “Your shoulder strength is unbalanced; your left hand’s endurance is clearly stronger than your right. In a prolonged fight, you subconsciously rely on it, and your sword path gets increasingly crooked. Strengthen your corresponding training, and I will check next time.”
“Yes!”
“Go down and rest. Next time, try again with a lighter sword.”
“Yes!!”
In the corner of the dojo, a new student who had just signed up and was still practicing sword swings watched the veteran student who had just entered the arena, revealing an expression of disbelief.
—Those tall Senior Brothers wearing protective gear took turns entering the arena, every move and every stance full of Aura, bringing out the sound of wind in the air.
However, the equally tall youth before them did not wear any protective gear; just one person with one sword parried all their attacks and then, in turn, struck them so they spun like tops.
And it wasn’t just striking one.
It was her alone treating everyone who came up seeking guidance like tops to be spun, from start to finish calm, composed, and with ease to spare.
The young new student finally couldn’t help but nudge the veteran student who was guiding their movements with an elbow and asked in a low voice:
“Senior Brother, who is that person? Isn’t that too amazing?”
“It’s only natural that she’s amazing.” The veteran student wiped their protective gear while lowering their voice, their tone filled with a mix of awe and envy, “That is the Senior Brother of our Fedex Youth Palace Sword Hall.”
“Then that’s not strange, that’s not strange at all.”
The expression on the new student’s face changed from surprise to sudden realization, followed by an expression of reverence: “Senior Brother is always right.”
The veteran student said with emotion: “Even the Dojo Master himself has said that in a while, he probably won’t even be a match for Senior Brother anymore.”
“Wow…”
The veteran student looked at the other person’s emotional expression and suddenly revealed a thoughtful look: “But come to think of it, Senior Brother does seem exceptionally powerful today, and she’s talking more too; she carefully guided everyone.”
Just as the two were whispering, someone wearing a deep blue kendo uniform had already walked to the center of the dojo.
It was a well-proportioned middle-aged man, with a strong explosive force in his movements.
Several students who were preparing to step forward and were eager to move suddenly revealed respectful expressions.
That was Dojo Master Carter.
Generally speaking, he would not cut in while Alex Morgan was guiding others, as that meant Alex Morgan had already consumed some physical strength, and it wouldn’t be fair to fight.
But today, he was truly a bit excited to see such a talent.
“You’ve improved again.”