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"Looks like our trip this time won't be in vain," Nash said with some excitement in his voice.

Clint nodded in agreement.

"I've seen these people before. Except for the youngest, who's Whistler, Oakley, Woodwork, and Lakes are all skilled fighters. It seems Hydra Hill really has something going for it. Plus, with my master's recommendation, getting what we need should be easier."

After a while, Casimir walked in with Whistler. "Gentlemen, I apologize for the wait."

Nash and Clint quickly stood to greet him.

Nash continued humbly, "Not at all, Master Hay."

Everyone took their seats, and Whistler stood beside Casimir.

At that moment, Casimir spoke first, "Gentlemen, please tell me your purpose for coming here."

Seeing the keen insight of the old Heavenly Master, Nash figured he probably already understood their intentions, so he decided not to hide anything.

"Master Hay, you're wise. Let's get straight to the point. The awakening of the gods is imminent, but we still have not improved our strength at all, so we specifically came to seek your guidance."

"Oh? You came to me?"

Clint then added, "That's right. Almost all the techniques Nash and I use originate from Hydra Hill, so we thought we might seek some breakthroughs here."

Casimir chuckled gently and warmly.

"I see. I understand what you mean. Don't worry, we fully support you. Since you're both disciples of our branch, I have no reason to oppose your desire to improve your techniques. However..."noveldrama

"However?" Clint frowned slightly.

At this point, Nash asked, "What concerns do you have, master? Please feel free to speak."

Casimir stroked his long beard and then said, "Well, let's conduct a test, shall we?"

Nash and Clint naturally agreed. They understood that their words alone might not hold much weight, and they needed to demonstrate their abilities and techniques before Casimir.

Casimir then called to Whistler.

"Whistler, please spar with Mr. Clint."

Whistler simply responded with a solemn "yes" before stepping outside.

"Mr. Clint, please."

Clint stepped outside, politely allowing Whistler to go first.

The two arrived in the inner courtyard.

The area was spacious, with a large candle burner in the center.

At this moment, many disciples filled the courtyard, all eager to witness the spectacle.

Having grown accustomed to watching their fellow disciples practice, they were excited to see someone from outside their sect.

Whistler respectfully addressed Clint, "Mr. Clint, you may attack first."

Clint, of course, did not hold back.

"Alright, then watch closely!"

Clint stomped his foot, and a magical array unfolded. The crowd was astonished by the immense power.

Whistler, not wanting to lag behind, quickly used true energy to form a smaller magical array.

Clint charged at Whistler first. With a punch, Whistler remained completely still.

Clint noticed the thick true energy surrounding Whistler's body. It felt like hitting an incredibly hard wall.

Whistler did not budge an inch.

Then, Whistler manipulated the true energy to launch an attack.

A massive hand formed from the thick true energy and slapped down toward Clint.

Clint hurriedly utilized a spatial rift to narrowly avoid the strike.

The crowd was utterly astonished.

"Did you see that?"

"No way! He just vanished into thin air!"

The spectators were amazed by Clint's abilities.