“Beep beep!”

At this moment, the sound of a car horn came from the entrance of the alley.

As a sedan stopped, a middle-aged man got out of the car and, accompanied by a sturdy man, walked toward the martial arts school.

Seeing this person, Ethan Brooks, who was heading to the Jiang Martial Arts School, stopped in his tracks.

What a coincidence.

Truly a coincidence.

Adam Carter.

The middle-aged man who got out of the car was precisely the head of the Jiang Martial Arts School, master of Dragon Fist, second-level martial artist, Adam Carter—the very man who, a month and a half ago, had pushed him toward William Clark at the entrance of Xizi Alley in Wuhe City.

Ethan Brooks just stood there, watching the man who had gotten out of the car.

The two men who had been eyeing Ethan Brooks earlier quickly straightened up, putting away their previous slouching demeanor, and respectfully greeted the man from the car: “Master Carter.”

Adam Carter nodded, said nothing, and walked into the alley.

The sturdy man accompanying him followed. When he saw Ethan Brooks standing in the middle of the road, he fixed his gaze on him, a chilling aura emanating as he said in a deep voice, “Kid, you’re blocking the way.”

“Oh, so you want me to move aside?”

Ethan Brooks replied.

“Hm!?”

The sturdy man narrowed his eyes. “Kid, you’ve got guts.”

Then, without needing his command, the two men who had been eager to impress Adam Carter suddenly charged forward. One of them launched a flying kick at Ethan Brooks’s chest, cursing harshly, “Damn you little bastard, looking for death, huh? How dare you talk to Mr. Long like that!? If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

The kick was aimed at his chest with great force. While it probably wouldn’t be fatal, it would likely break a few ribs.

This was someone who fought regularly.

So...

Ethan Brooks stepped forward, shifted his body to the side, twisted at the waist to dodge the man’s kick, then raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and with a jolt of his spine, unleashed a surge of power. He brought his fist down with overwhelming force, smashing it onto the chest of the man who had just launched the flying kick!

“Crack!”

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

The surging force of the punch seemed to cave in the man’s chest, the penetrating power snapping two of his ribs, and the remaining force slammed his body hard onto the ground...

“Bang!”

The man fell backward, crashing to the ground, his head hitting the pavement, blood streaming out, and he passed out from the pain on the spot.

This scene immediately frightened the other slouching man, and also made the sturdy man known as Mr. Long turn serious. “Fist force!? A trained fighter!? Who are you, causing trouble here without even finding out whose turf this is?”

Ethan Brooks didn’t answer him. He looked up, stared straight ahead, and said, “Adam Carter.”

“Hm!?”

Adam Carter looked at Ethan Brooks, finding him somewhat familiar. After a moment, his eyes widened. “You! You’re actually still alive!?”

Looks like he remembered!

After a moment, he sneered, “If you’re alive, just live quietly. What, learned a bit of martial arts and now you’re here to cause trouble?”

Ethan Brooks said nothing, striding in long steps, charging toward Adam Carter.

“Insolence!”

Seeing that Ethan Brooks was clearly coming at his master Adam Carter, the sturdy man shouted sharply, twisted his body, and pounced like a leopard. Even before he reached him, a murderous, bloody aura was already rushing forth.

This man...

Had killed before!

Ethan Brooks lowered his body slightly as he charged, his waist bending like a drawn bow. Just as he was about to collide with the sturdy man, a surge of power rose from his feet, driving through his bent spine. In the instant his spine straightened, he gathered a violent force, which, following his now-straightened body, seemed to form a straight line. As Ethan Brooks punched out, it was like an unsheathed sword thrusting forward.

Thrusting sword!

This was the very thrusting sword that Ethan Brooks practiced no less than three thousand times a day!

A month and a half, at least three thousand thrusts a day—over forty-five days, he had practiced this thrusting sword at least 140,000 times. When he struck, the force seemed to pierce the air, moving at an unbelievable speed, tearing through the space between himself and the sturdy man, and stabbing fiercely into his chest.

“Leon, watch out!”

As Ethan Brooks unleashed this sword-like punch, Adam Carter’s expression changed dramatically. He shouted, rushing forward in an attempt to intercept Ethan Brooks’s thrust.

But after more than a hundred thousand repetitions, Ethan Brooks’s thrust was incredibly fast. Even though it was a punch rather than a sword, its sharpness was not something any peer could withstand.

The sturdy man charging at Ethan Brooks didn’t even have time to show his ferocity before his chest was struck by Ethan Brooks’s thrust.

“Bang!”

A penetrating force exploded.

The sturdy man’s shirt at the chest and back seemed to be torn apart by the force, turning to shreds. The concave punch broke his ribs and shattered his heart. The tremendous force sent his eighty-kilogram body flying uncontrollably backward, a distance of...

Three meters!

Almost as far as the man who was killed by William Clark’s full-force attack back then.