“Stubborn fool, get him! Throw this cripple out for me~” At David Foster’s command, a group of lackeys charged forward.

　　“Stop!”

　　With a furious shout, Grace Hamilton raised her delicate palm, a ball of flame gathering in her hand. She leapt into the air, her fiery red cloak swirling like flames, her graceful figure darting back and forth like a little fire phoenix wreathed in blazing fire, making those nearby feel a wave of scorching heat.

　　After just one round, several people were already lying on the ground, wailing in pain.

　　The remaining ones showed a trace of fear in their eyes. On her tender jade palm, a faint red flame shimmered, refusing to dissipate, dancing enchantingly.

　　It was clear this girl possessed extraordinary skill in controlling fire.

　　She used the same Flaming Palm technique, but her understanding and power in this move even surpassed Edward Brooks. She had already reached the ‘minor achievement’ level.

　　And she was still young, having cultivated for just over a year. Yet her cultivation had already reached the mid-level Spirit Disciple stage.

　　Especially in her training of fire-type techniques, she displayed exceptional talent. And she had achieved this with extremely limited resources, surpassing even the renowned eldest brother Henry Brooks in his prime.

　　Although Linda Hughes was Grace Hamilton’s mother, this girl was not her biological child, but was found by her husband in a deep mountain over a decade ago. At that time, the mountains were ablaze, lighting up half the sky, and this baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, was completely unharmed despite being surrounded by raging flames.

　　As for her name, it was taken from the jade pendant she wore—Helian as her surname, Huo Wu as her given name.

　　“Girl, you’re at death’s door and still dare to resist?” David Foster feigned anger, his body lunging forward like a striking viper. His ten fingers curled slightly, not quite a palm, not quite a fist, sharp force tearing through the air, viciously grabbing at her neck.

　　The force was fierce, forming a phantom of an iron palm, reaching the entry level of mastery.

　　“Iron Sand Palm!”

　　The powerful airwave swept all the gravel from the ground.

Chapter 5: The Fury of Huo Wu

　　Grace Hamilton’s delicate face was cold and stern, completely unafraid. With a stomp of her lotus-like foot, the flame in her palm gathered again, a surge of heat erupting as she traced a fiery, unpredictable arc, directly meeting David Foster’s sinister, vicious strike.

　　This palm was solid and natural, truly worthy of the minor achievement level.

　　“Bang!”

　　With a violent clash, energy burst in all directions, a muffled explosion echoing through the small courtyard.

　　From the backlash, she retreated three or four steps before steadying herself. David Foster, on the other hand, only took one step back, his high-level Spirit Disciple strength on full display.

　　“Girl, you’re strong, but today you’re dead.”

　　David Foster’s face twisted with ferocity, energy surging through his body. He stomped the ground, shooting toward Grace Hamilton like an arrow released from a bow. A sharp blade of energy formed in his palm, murderous intent radiating.

　　The force blew Grace Hamilton’s long hair back. Her figure flickered as she used her movement technique, weaving and dodging her opponent.

　　At the same time, she frantically urged her inner mystic energy, pouring it into her palms. The flames in her hands surged even higher. Not enough, not enough, still not enough. As she desperately drew in more, her energy sea quickly dried up.

　　Still not enough, just a little more.

　　Her once clear eyes turned red, like two blazing flames burning fiercely.

　　She forced herself to squeeze out every last bit of strength.

　　Facing a powerful enemy’s overwhelming momentum, she had no way out.

　　I cannot fall. Second brother hasn’t returned yet. This family still needs me to support it. Even if I die, I must protect this home.

　　Her energy sea couldn’t withstand such intense absorption, emitting a faint buzzing, the vortex growing larger and showing signs of collapse.

　　“Wu’er, stop, please stop! We’ll leave the family, just show us mercy!” Henry Brooks was the first to sense something was wrong and shouted in panic.

　　Grace Hamilton seemed to hear nothing, her meridians convulsing violently, the vortex in her dantian spinning faster and faster. The faint buzzing turned into a sharp, piercing howl, and her energy sea was on the verge of bursting.

　　At that moment, a strange phenomenon erupted within Grace Hamilton’s body.

　　“Boom!”

　　The blood in her meridians burst like fireworks, streams of pure, magma-like mystic energy shooting out, surging toward her energy sea like birds returning to their nest.

　　Taking a deep breath, Grace Hamilton’s eyes were completely red, like two demonic flames dancing. Slowly but surely, the final move of the Flaming Palm—“Flame Awakening”—was unleashed. Mystic energy wreathed her fist, surging forth.

　　“Boom!”

　　A tremendous force exploded from the center of their clash, dust and gravel on the ground boiling and rolling like scalding water, sending up a cloud of dust.

　　David Foster grunted, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. The fire-type mystic energy within this delicate little girl far exceeded his expectations—so pure and intense that it made his heart tremble with fear.

　　Grace Hamilton remained motionless, frozen in the posture of her strike like a statue. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin to the ground.

　　Everyone stood as if petrified, staring in shock at the scene before them.