Logan Clark couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking to himself: "If I don't go, that would be showing weakness to the enemy, and the Sullivan and Thompson families would become suspicious! So, I must go, and I have to make a high-profile appearance, otherwise my The Clark Family will face disaster!"

Although he harbored a deadly intent toward Douglas Clark, he was, after all, still a member of the The Clark Family, and Logan Clark absolutely did not want to see the destruction of his family! Besides, when the nest is overturned, how can any eggs remain intact? If the The Clark Family were swallowed up by the Sullivan and Thompson families, his only options would be to flee like a stray dog or fight to the death.

Looking at the date, the birthday banquet was just two days away, so Logan Clark put the invitation away.

The The Sullivan Family young lady celebrating her birthday was named Evelyn Sullivan, the only granddaughter of the The Sullivan Family patriarch, and a prodigy. Although she had just turned eighteen, it was said that she had already reached the seventh level of the postnatal stage!

In the past two days, rumors had been swirling outside, with everyone saying that the The Sullivan Family was using this opportunity to choose a husband for Evelyn Sullivan!

Logan Clark couldn't help but smile wryly. With a talent like Evelyn Sullivan, how could the The Sullivan Family be willing to marry her off? They would surely want a son-in-law to join their family! Moreover, after several generations of branching out, the blood ties in these great families were thin; as long as clan members with the same surname weren't direct relatives, marriage wasn't forbidden!

This approach, on one hand, allowed the family to retain its most talented female members, and on the other, strengthened the family's cohesion.

Dressed in coarse linen, he almost got chased away as a servant when he arrived at the The Sullivan Family gate.

To be fair, he used to have fine clothes, but ever since Nathan Clark went into seclusion, that supply had naturally been cut off. And Logan Clark was still growing, so clothes from three years ago were no longer wearable.

After presenting his invitation, a servant finally led him into the banquet hall, which was already packed. Besides the young people from the three great families—Clark, Sullivan, and Thompson—there were also many juniors from smaller families, all dressed in splendid attire.

Logan Clark sat in a corner, as still as a meditating monk, completely inconspicuous.

He watched coldly, spotting Douglas Clark, Miles Clark, and other The Clark Family juniors, as well as The Thompson Family's Simon Thompson, Scott Thompson, and other outstanding youths. But the true top experts of the younger generation from the Clark and Thompson families hadn't come—like The Clark Family's Dylan Clark and Shawn Clark, and The Thompson Family's Charles Thompson and Quentin Thompson. These were the strongest talents of the two great families' younger generation!

Douglas Clark also saw Logan Clark, but only gave him a contemptuous, cold smile and then ignored him.

Soon, a dignified old man in his sixties entered the hall, accompanied by a beautiful young woman in her late teens. The old man exuded an imposing aura; as soon as he entered, the various noisy sounds in the hall gradually died down until there was complete silence, with all eyes on the pair.

"Young heroes, I am Ethan Sullivan. Welcome to Evelyn's birthday banquet! This is a gathering for the young, so I won't interfere much. Please eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves—no need to stand on ceremony!" After introducing himself, the old man left the hall.

Logan Clark's pupils contracted—this was the The Sullivan Family patriarch, Ethan Sullivan, a super expert at the twelfth level of the postnatal stage, just like Nathan Clark! Truly formidable. In the presence of this old man, everyone else's aura was like fireflies compared to the bright moon—utterly outshone!

And Evelyn Sullivan was no ordinary person either; her aura was at least ten times brighter than that of a martial artist at the sixth postnatal level. She had definitely stepped into the Qi Explosion Realm—the rumors were true.

The The Sullivan Family young lady was extremely skilled at setting the mood, quickly becoming the undisputed center of the banquet. Everyone gathered around her, and even someone as self-important as Douglas Clark was completely captivated, repeatedly coming forward to offer toasts.

"The martial path is arduous. Even if you devote your entire life to it, you may never reach the peak. Those who indulge in women will achieve little!"

Logan Clark recalled what his grandfather had once said. In his eyes, Evelyn Sullivan was just a little prettier than most girls—nothing more. He'd had enough of ridicule and contempt; becoming the strongest was now Logan Clark's only goal.

"Everyone, we are all martial artists. If we just drink and watch performances, how are we any different from those vulgar people outside?" Evelyn Sullivan suddenly changed the topic, addressing the whole room.

Although the others didn't all agree in their hearts, Evelyn Sullivan had already put a big label on it. If anyone objected, wouldn't that make them the same as those commoners outside?

To attract Evelyn Sullivan's attention, Douglas Clark immediately stood up, like a peacock in heat, spreading his feathers as much as possible in front of her. "Miss Evelyn is absolutely right! May I ask what Miss Evelyn suggests?"

Evelyn Sullivan smiled charmingly, exuding endless allure, making countless people dizzy and entranced. "Why don't we have a martial arts contest to liven things up?"

"And how would that work?" Simon Thompson, unwilling to let Douglas Clark steal Evelyn Sullivan's attention, stood up and took over the conversation.

Evelyn Sullivan smiled again and gently clapped her hands. Immediately, a pretty maid brought over a jade basin with a piece of silvery metal on it, about the size of a fist. She placed the basin on the table in front of her and said, "It's simple: set up a challenge. Whoever is the last one standing is the strongest! This piece of Tianluo Molybdenum is the prize for the final winner!"

"What? Tianluo Molybdenum!"