When Henry Thompson finally finished performing the entire set of ‘Cold Breath Fiery Palm’, Earl of Sincerity still looked very satisfied. Henry Thompson was indeed a bit rusty with these two family-inherited ultimate techniques, but his movements were all in place, with hardly any mistakes.

　　“That’s about it. Next, you just need to practice according to the method. These two family techniques of ours are not only useful in combat, but are also top-tier body-refining methods. After each practice, the cold energy in your true essence will increase. Henry, if you want to achieve something in martial arts, you must practice diligently every day without slacking.”

　　At this moment, Benjamin Thompson noticed his son’s puzzled expression: “Is there anything you still don’t understand? Speak up, don’t keep it to yourself.”

　　“There are many things that feel strange to me.”

　　Henry Thompson had planned to ask all the questions he’d accumulated: “For example, in the first move of Cold Breath Fiery Palm, ‘Carving Ice and Decaying Wood’, I keep thinking, isn’t the upward movement of the right hand too unnecessary? And in the third move, ‘Tiger’s Tail on Spring Ice’, why do you have to lift your leg when striking? I feel that if I skip these, my palm strike would be much faster.”

　　Benjamin Thompson was slightly taken aback, then his eyes showed appreciation: “The fact that you can ask these questions shows you’re thinking seriously and learning seriously. This is the right mindset. In all martial arts and Daoist techniques, speed is invincible. Only by striking the opponent at the fastest speed can you defeat them.”

　　He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “It’s a bit complicated to explain, so let’s try it directly. Let’s use the twelfth move of Cold Breath Fiery Palm, ‘Three Feet of Ice’. Try your own idea first, then use the original version.”

　　Benjamin Thompson glanced around and found that all the wooden dummies had been smashed during his earlier demonstration of the sword technique, so in the end, he could only point to his own chest.

　　“Just strike here, don’t hold back. You have to use your full strength to see the effect.”

　　After hearing this, Henry Thompson couldn’t help but hesitate: “Is this really appropriate, old man? What if I hurt you?”

　　Looking at the posture of the other party, it seemed he didn’t intend to resist and was ready to take the two palm strikes head-on.

　　But Benjamin Thompson’s image as a scruffy old man was no different from the elderly men and women in the park. So even though Henry Thompson knew that his father was a renowned master of the era, he still instinctively felt uneasy.

　　Benjamin Thompson just sneered: “What’s inappropriate? With your measly skills, you think you can hurt your father? My ten-layer body-protecting qi, do you think you can break through it?”

　　“Father, you’re injured. Let me do it instead.”

　　William Thompson, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward. He looked at Henry Thompson, the corners of his mouth lifting, seemingly mocking: “Don’t hold back. If you can hurt me, all my years of training would be for nothing.”

　　Facing this strong and youthful elder brother, Henry Thompson felt no psychological burden. He closed his eyes to focus, imagining a mass of ‘liquid nitrogen’ moving through his body, while thinking about which unnecessary movements could be omitted. ‘Three Feet of Ice’ was one of the more complex moves in Cold Breath Fiery Palm, so there were even more ‘redundant’ parts in his view.

　　After a full three minutes, Henry Thompson was ready. He suddenly opened his eyes: “Brother, be careful!”

　　With these words, his figure pounced forward as swiftly and fiercely as a leopard cat, his movements extremely simple and efficient. As a cold wind rose, Henry Thompson instantly crossed a distance of ten feet, placing his right palm precisely on William Thompson’s chest, producing a muffled ‘bang’.

　　Then Henry Thompson frowned slightly and retreated to his original spot. He found that his brother hadn’t changed at all, still standing motionless with the same faint smile on his face—only his face seemed a little paler.

　　The reason for using the word ‘seemed’ was because Henry Thompson couldn’t be sure.

　　Benjamin Thompson glanced at his eldest son with a strange expression, and only after a long while did he withdraw his gaze: “Henry, try the original version again.”

　　Henry Thompson nodded. This time, he followed the original version exactly, making no changes, and once again struck William Thompson’s chest with all his strength.

　　The latter still didn’t move, but whether it was Henry Thompson’s imagination or not, he thought William Thompson’s face looked even paler than before.

　　But at this moment, Henry Thompson was more concerned about the differences between the two strikes. Looking at his hand, his eyes showed both realization and disbelief: “So that’s it! That’s how it is!”

　　“Looks like you’ve figured something out, Henry?” Benjamin Thompson asked with a smile. “Care to share?”

　　“I felt that these seemingly unnecessary movements allowed me to channel more cold energy into my palm, and also saved some true essence.”

　　He hadn’t noticed this when William Thompson was practicing, but now that he was actually fighting, with the added process of releasing true essence, he realized the benefits of those redundant movements.

　　“Also, the speed at which I completed this move, ‘Three Feet of Ice’, didn’t seem to slow down—in fact, it was even a bit faster than before. Besides that, there was also a sense of biting cold wind.”

　　But this is unbelievable! What about the basic laws of physics? Newton and Einstein, those great masters of physics, must be turning in their graves.