Although David Wright didn’t know exactly how difficult this move was, he understood that he absolutely couldn’t do it himself.

“William, demonstrate the basic long fist routine for David.” Jason Clark ordered in a deep voice.

William Clark drew back his fists and stood at attention, responding respectfully. Nodding toward David Wright, he took a few steps forward to a relatively open spot and began performing the routine, each punch and stance executed with precision.

As he started the demonstration, the men in the village all stopped their own training and turned their attention to him.

Although none of them had the talent for practicing internal martial arts, nor dared to recklessly attempt it, they were still very interested in this basic fist routine. Every time someone performed it, it would attract everyone’s attention, and afterward, they would all try to imitate it as best they could.

William Clark, though only fourteen, had started practicing stable stances under Jason Clark’s supervision since the age of four. He was extremely familiar with this routine, having fully integrated it into his daily movements.

At this moment, as he performed each punch and stance, there was actually a fierce momentum about him.

“Whoosh…”

With each punch, the wind whistled; with each chop, there was sound. His movements were like a dragon’s stride and a tiger’s step, captivating everyone.

After he finished the routine, everyone paused for a moment, then erupted in applause.

Just with this set of moves, if it came to hand-to-hand combat, even these agile hunters might not be able to defeat William Clark.

William Clark finished and saluted. A trace of envy flashed in Thomas Miller’s eyes. In the past, William Clark wouldn’t have been able to perform the basic long fist with such power. But recently, he had finally cultivated a trace of true qi—just a little, but it meant he had truly stepped into the threshold of internal martial arts. That’s why his performance was so astonishing.

He secretly resolved to work hard to catch up with William Clark, not letting him have all the glory.

Jason Clark nodded in satisfaction and said, “David, did you understand what you saw?”

David Wright closed his eyes slightly, and in his mind, every movement William Clark had just performed flashed by rapidly. For some reason, his mind was exceptionally clear at this moment, and he remembered every move William Clark made, even the momentum he displayed, without missing a single detail.

Taking a deep breath, David Wright nodded heavily and said, “I understood.”

His voice, though still childish, was clear and strong, as if filled with great confidence.

Jason Clark was slightly taken aback and said, “David, did you memorize those moves?”

Without hesitation, David Wright replied, “I memorized them.”

William Clark and Thomas Miller exchanged a glance, both with a look of skepticism in their eyes.

When they learned this routine, Jason Clark had demonstrated it many times before they could remember all the moves. But this was clearly David Wright’s first time seeing the long fist routine—how could he possibly remember all those complex movements?

They had played together for years, and it didn’t seem like David Wright had ever shown any extraordinary talent.

Jason Clark’s expression darkened slightly as he said, “David, as a martial artist, you must be humble and courteous, never arrogant or complacent. You must remember this well.”

David Wright nodded in confusion. He had only witnessed the village chief’s sudden change of expression, but didn’t understand why he had suddenly become so stern.

“I’ll ask you again: do you remember all of William’s moves?”

“Yes, I remember.” David Wright replied confidently.

A trace of doubt finally appeared in Jason Clark’s eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said, “Alright, since you remember, then perform it once.”

David Wright agreed without hesitation, his face immediately lighting up with excitement.

He walked to the spot where Jason Clark had just been standing, took a deep breath, clenched his fists at his waist, and suddenly threw a punch…

Chapter 7: The Momentum Within the Fist

“Whoosh…”

With a single punch, the force of the fist stirred the air.

Others naturally couldn’t see the subtleties, only feeling that David Wright’s imitation was lifelike.

But Jason Clark, William Clark, and Thomas Miller all showed a slight change in expression.

David Wright’s punch was full of power, his fist cutting through the air with a faint whistling sound. Although the momentum couldn’t compare to William Clark’s earlier performance, it was still remarkably accurate, even faintly showing traces of internal martial arts technique.

In fact, after witnessing David Wright’s strength yesterday, they weren’t surprised that he could generate wind with his punches when fully focused. However, his movements and stances were so standard that he seemed like a martial arts expert who had trained for years, giving an inexplicable psychological shock.

This was what made the three of them feel it was unbelievable. If they weren’t certain that David Wright had never practiced internal martial arts before, they would have thought he had been immersed in it since childhood.

Once David Wright started performing the routine, he was completely focused, as if he was fully immersed in the world of martial arts.

With each punch and stance, a faint, hidden aura of severity began to emanate from him.