If the enemy were of equal strength, Dark Star certainly wouldn’t be so careless. He didn’t believe that a youngster like Mark Benson had the ability to counterattack, so his move was a bit hasty!

Mark Benson was executing a textbook-perfect “feint to lure the enemy into attacking.” Seeing this thin man fall for it, he stepped forward and twisted his waist without hesitation, launching the most basic double palm strike.

He put his full strength—beyond his limit—into this blow.

Although Dark Star was a black martial artist, he was just a small fry, not a big shot like those on the Empire’s most-wanted list such as Sirius Black Moon. His martial arts were only at the level of a certified level-four martial artist.

This was also the norm among civilian martial artists. Most people, after graduating from university and entering society, start working and lack the proper environment to continue learning, so their martial arts stagnate or even regress.

For example, someone like Vera Clark, who obtained an eighth-level martial artist certificate upon graduation, kept training diligently for years, gained real combat experience at work, and kept breaking through, becoming a level-thirteen martial artist at a young age—such people were extremely rare.

Mark Benson was much stronger than his opponent, and having successfully lured him in, Dark Star didn’t even have time to muster his energy for defense and took the hit head-on.

At first, Dark Star thought, how strong could a kid’s power be?

Even if he took a hit by mistake, at most his energy and blood would be thrown into turmoil, but after catching his breath, he’d be fine.

He’d just turn around and kill this cunning “little bastard” in a moment.

But he never expected that the palm strike to his abdomen from this “little bastard” would be so powerful. With several cracking sounds, not only were several of his ribs broken, but even his internal organs were shaken.

And this was just the basic martial arts taught in junior high and high school—never anything lethal.

The Ministry of Education of the Zhuxia Empire would never include deadly martial arts techniques in regular teaching.

This strike was just the ordinary double palm push—the first move of the “Twelve Elementary School Fitness Forms.”

It was also the only martial arts move Mark Benson knew.

The thrilling “Twelve Elementary School Fitness Forms” made their appearance...

Chapter 7: Of All Martial Arts Under Heaven, Speed Is Unmatched, But Internal Power Is King

In his previous life, Mark Benson already knew: of all martial arts under heaven, speed is unmatched, but internal power... is the true path!

So!

Born into a world where martial arts reign supreme, Mark Benson wisely abandoned fists, weapons, and all miscellaneous studies, focusing solely on the Great Thousand Evolutionary Sutra and “Following the Flowers and Willows”—one for internal power, one for lightness skill.

When others practiced boxing, he practiced internal power; when others practiced palm techniques, he practiced internal power; when others practiced finger or claw techniques, he practiced internal power; when others practiced sword or blade, he practiced internal power; when others practiced secret techniques, he was still practicing internal power...

Lightness skill was a necessity for daily life—he had no choice but to learn at least one.

As for the “Twelve Elementary School Fitness Forms”... they couldn’t even be considered martial arts, just martial arts calisthenics.

After more than a decade of hard training, plus the support of the Heavenly Martial System, the depth of Mark Benson’s Great Thousand Evolutionary Sutra far surpassed his peers.

Even compared to adults who had completed university, his internal power was among the very best, second only to a handful of geniuses.

With internal power far exceeding his opponent’s, Mark Benson struck the black martial artist with a palm, causing him to spit blood violently.

Dark Star, after all, was a black martial artist with rich combat experience. He rolled on the ground, dissipating half the force of the blow. He hadn’t yet decided whether to suppress his injuries and counterattack or to retreat, when suddenly his face felt hot.

After the double palm push came the standard second move of the “Twelve Elementary School Fitness Forms”—Hammering the Heavenly Gate!

Dark Star had no time to dodge or block. Stars danced before his eyes as the heavy punch landed, causing blood to flow from the corners of his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Especially since this punch left him slightly dizzy, his limbs slowed, and his reactions lagged. Mark Benson immediately followed up with a flying kick, striking the temple at the corner of his forehead.

This kick sent Dark Star sprawling, collapsing to the ground, dead.

A three-move combo killed a black martial artist. Mark Benson’s heart was pounding wildly.

It was his first time killing someone.

The fight had been so brief, like a flash of lightning, that there was no time to think—he had acted with all his might.

“This guy is so weak, he couldn’t even withstand a set of the ‘Twelve Elementary School Fitness Forms.’ What a disgrace for a black martial artist.”

Mark Benson muttered to himself. He had no intention of checking on Dark Star—no one knew if this black martial artist had any accomplices.

His experience as a reporter in his previous life led him to make the wisest choice: he turned and ran straight to the City Public Security Bureau, the only truly safe place.

…………

“Dad! I ran into a black martial artist!”

David Benson was shocked to see his son, drenched in sweat, running back at full speed. He hurriedly asked, “Are you hurt?”

Mark Benson quickly wiped his face and said, “Don’t ask now, go take a look! I just saw someone lying on the ground, face covered in blood—maybe he’s not gone yet.”

The agents in the room all stood up. After all, it was a black martial artist—no one dared take it lightly. Each grabbed their weapons and followed Mark Benson as he sprinted out of the City Public Security Bureau.

With sharp eyes, Mark Benson spotted Dark Star’s thin body still lying on the ground. He pointed and shouted, “That’s the one!”