This doesn’t mean that this slightly blessed middle-aged man just arrived; it’s simply that he hasn’t seen him before. In this large Yue family mansion, there are far too many people he hasn’t met, and he hasn’t even seen some of the Yue family’s own younger members.

The middle-aged man felt the other party was doing it on purpose, trying to weaken his momentum, but he didn’t care—he was planning to speak with his fists anyway.

“You don’t need to know who I am. I wouldn’t even stoop so low as to let a useless burden like you know my name. All you need to know is that I’m a level six Star Disciple, and you’re just a level one. Do you still want to continue?”

“Tch, just a level six Star Disciple.” Jack Harper said with utter disdain.

“You think just because you ambushed him earlier, you can beat him? Don’t get too cocky. Even if you could beat him, the gap between level four and level six Star Disciples is not just a matter of one or two levels.” The middle-aged man said coolly.

Then, seeing that Jack Harper didn’t respond, he continued, “Forgive me for forgetting your ignorance—you don’t even know the difference between them!”

As he finished, the middle-aged man made a helpless gesture, drawing laughter from the servants.

Generally speaking, it’s not too hard to challenge higher levels at the lower ranks, especially in the Star Disciple stage. At this stage, star power isn’t used much; most of it relies on physical strength. If your technique is good, you can make up for a lack of power. A level one beating a level four isn’t that rare. The earlier surprise was only because Jack Harper, this so-called useless one, as a level one, beat someone at level four.

Jack Harper only reached level one by eating star beast flesh and blood, barely training at all, with no technique to speak of. He shouldn’t even think about challenging higher levels—he’s lucky if others don’t challenge him.

“Yeah, I really don’t know the difference. But when I swing my stick, everyone gets knocked out.” Jack Harper said indifferently.

“Hmph, we’ll see about that!” The middle-aged man threw a punch straight at Jack Harper, the force of his fist roaring like a tiger, full of momentum. A level six Star Disciple already has some command of star power, and there was a trace of it in his punch.

Jack Harper immediately dodged, showing no intention of clashing, not even letting the force of the punch touch him, let alone the fist itself.

Second punch, third punch—punches came in a flurry.

Dodge, keep dodging, dodge even farther!

The middle-aged man looked at Jack Harper in surprise. His speed wasn’t slow; by rights, Jack Harper, as a level one Star Disciple, should have been hit long ago, unable to dodge at all. Why was this happening?

If there were any experts present, they’d be shocked—Jack Harper started dodging before the middle-aged man even threw his punches, completely predicting his attack trajectory. That’s why, even with his speed, he could easily avoid the middle-aged man’s attacks.

The middle-aged man grew more and more anxious, punching with all his might, as fast as he could, but the result was always the same.

“Huff, huff... all you know how to do is...”

The middle-aged man stopped mocking Jack Harper, but before he could finish, he heard an infuriating voice, and then felt a stick hit his head.

“Take this!”

Jack Harper suddenly closed in on the middle-aged man, swung his rolling pin, and then immediately retreated, as the middle-aged man’s punch came flying in.

The middle-aged man, now furious, kept punching, but still couldn’t hit Jack Harper. Whenever he tried to pause and catch his breath, Jack Harper would immediately come up and whack him.

He started chasing Jack Harper again, and Jack Harper kept dodging, then seized every chance to land another hit—over and over...

The middle-aged man was now completely losing it. The situation was dire, but he couldn’t stop, because the initiative was in Jack Harper’s hands. If he paused or lost focus for even a moment, Jack Harper would immediately hit him with the stick.

If this kept up, he’d be knocked out sooner or later. He was already starting to feel exhausted.

I’m a level six Star Disciple! He’s just a level one—how can he be beating me like this?

In the end, the middle-aged man couldn’t withstand Jack Harper’s rolling pin and was knocked out cold.

At this moment, everyone was stunned. They couldn’t make sense of it—what was going on? Could this so-called burden actually be a combat genius?

Every time the middle-aged man tried to pause or made a mistake, Jack Harper would seize the opportunity. His timing was terrifyingly precise.

Others have to make a move first to seize the right moment, but he moved before the other even attacked. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to hit the middle-aged man.

And the middle-aged man was truly pitiful, being knocked out one hit at a time like this.

“Give your bro a little knife—no damage clear on ultimate mode!” Jack Harper said proudly, though this line was completely beyond the servants’ understanding.

The recent fight made Jack Harper feel like he was in a game, clearing a boss without taking any damage, stabbing the boss in the butt with a little knife. It felt great, but also exhausting. Once or twice is fine, but if it happened every day, he’d go crazy.

One-hit kills are also satisfying and not tiring. Besides, if he ever meets someone whose defense he can’t break with one stab, stabbing a hundred times would be pointless.

So, back to the main point: he still needs to improve his strength.