Henry Spencer forced down the anger in his heart, his cold gaze fixed on Tommy Spencer.

Tommy Spencer was taken aback, feeling a sudden, inexplicable sense of guilt.

He quickly recovered, then threw a fierce punch at Henry Spencer: “Stubborn as a dead duck, are you itching for a beating?”

As an adult at the second level of Body Refinement, dealing with a youth like Henry Spencer should be as easy as taking on two at once.

Ever since Mr. Spencer became disabled, he and his father David Spencer had been bullying Henry Spencer's family.

Even Henry Spencer himself had suffered plenty of bullying on a daily basis.

Bang!

Henry Spencer remained calm and unflustered, his gaze unwavering, and caught Tommy Spencer's punch with a steady palm.

Thud, thud, thud!

Both of them stepped back at the same time, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“A fight! Everyone, come watch the show!”

Many villagers from the Xu family, idling about, came over, most of them watching with amusement in their eyes.

Some villagers looked at Henry Spencer with pity.

Tommy Spencer and Henry Spencer—the difference in their strength was huge. In the past, Henry Spencer had often been bullied by Tommy Spencer.

However, when that fierce punch was caught by Henry Spencer—

“What... second level of Body Refinement?”

Tommy Spencer's expression changed abruptly: This Henry Spencer just got out of bed a few days ago, and in such a short time, he broke through another level?

At the same time, he felt as if his punch had landed on a sponge, extremely awkward.

After cultivating “Nine Transformations of Dragon and Snake,” Henry Spencer's body possessed a flexibility far beyond that of ordinary people.

When he took that punch, his arms, torso, and legs bent slightly, absorbing most of the force.

And this movement was executed so naturally that outsiders couldn't see anything unusual.

“Just entered the second level of Body Refinement? I want to see what you can do!”

Tommy Spencer flew into a rage, not bothering to think, and charged forward with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Many idle villagers around kept shouting, “Tommy Spencer, if you can't take this kid down in three moves, how will you show your face in the village again?”

Under Tommy Spencer's unrefined barrage of attacks, Henry Spencer unsurprisingly fell into a disadvantage.

First of all, in terms of strength, he was no match for Tommy Spencer.

Though both were at the second level of Body Refinement, Tommy Spencer had reached it earlier and was two or three years older.

One was a fifteen-year-old, thin and weak, the other an eighteen-year-old adult, broad-shouldered and burly.

Just from their builds and strength, the difference was obvious.

Moreover, Tommy Spencer had been fighting in the village for years, known for his ferocity, and was a standout among his peers.

Henry Spencer, having just reached the second level, was inferior to Tommy Spencer in strength and experience.

However, though he was at a disadvantage, he showed no sign of defeat.

Henry Spencer's arms bent and twisted in strange ways, using extraordinary flexibility to block Tommy Spencer's storm-like attacks.

“Hah! Hoh hoh—”

Tommy Spencer used both fists and feet, gradually employing some boxing techniques learned from his father—forceful and imposing, his momentum overwhelming, drawing cheers from the watching villagers.

In contrast, Henry Spencer seemed to be completely unable to defend himself.

But as time passed, Henry Spencer gradually adapted to Tommy Spencer's attacks.

His breathing slowly followed the rhythm of the Breathing Technique, sometimes long, sometimes short, with a peculiar tempo.

In that moment, he felt his arms and body bending and twisting, even the way he moved his feet, becoming more flexible.

Until, at a certain point, he suddenly realized that Tommy Spencer's attacks were nothing special—as long as he protected his vital spots, there was nothing to fear.

Gradually, Tommy Spencer's fierce assault began to wane; sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing grew rapid.

Many villagers noticed the change and exchanged surprised glances.

Now was the time!

A flash of light appeared in Henry Spencer's eyes. He shrank his body, curving like a half-moon, dodging one of Tommy Spencer's punches.

Immediately after, his hands, as agile as snakes, wrapped around Tommy Spencer's arm.

These movements, combined with the Breathing Technique, came out naturally.

“Aiyo—”

Tommy Spencer grunted, then howled in pain as his thick arm was twisted by Henry Spencer, sending a wave of agony through him.

“Get off me!”

His eyes turned bloodshot, and in a fit of rage, he used brute force to shake off Henry Spencer.

After all, Henry Spencer lacked combat experience, and with the difference in strength, he lost his balance when thrown off.

Whoosh!

A fierce glint flashed in Tommy Spencer's eyes as he threw a punch, whistling through the air, aimed at Henry Spencer's head.

“Not good...”

Henry Spencer had already lost his balance, with one foot even off the ground.

If he were struck and fell, his thin body, facing Tommy Spencer's burly frame, would likely have no chance of turning the tables.

It seemed he could not escape this disaster!

But at that critical moment, the blood and energy within Henry Spencer surged, generating a burst of resilience. One foot was off the ground, but the toes of his other foot dug into the earth like tree roots, while his hands, like two curved snakes, hovered in midair.

Even more astonishing, his body bent backward at an angle exceeding ninety degrees.

What a posture that was:

Henry Spencer's entire body was like a drawn bow, one foot suspended like an arrow, his center of gravity balanced in midair, barely steady in place.

At that moment, the wind stilled.

In the pale morning light, the scene was eerily quiet, and the villagers could vaguely make out his movements.