The two moved as fast as lightning, and in an instant, the outcome was decided. Two fingers, each infused with powerful elemental force, collided fiercely. All their strength was concentrated in their fingertips—a strike of immense force!

　　Puff!

　　After a muffled sound, Victor Carter immediately heard a cracking noise—the sound of bone breaking.

　　The bones in the fingers are very small; even if they break, it shouldn’t be so clearly audible. That could only mean one thing: it wasn’t Andrew Carter’s finger that broke, but Victor Carter’s own!

　　The pain shot straight to his heart, excruciating and sharp. Victor Carter, pampered since childhood, had never suffered such agony. Clutching his finger, he staggered back, screaming in pain, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

　　“Ah—” he screamed and retreated, while the others around were shocked: “Four Veins Power!”

　　“Beginner level of Four Veins Power! But how could he defeat Young Master Sheng in a single move? Young Master Sheng is already at the intermediate level of Four Veins Power. This—this is impossible!”

　　The truth was right before their eyes: it was Victor Carter’s finger that was broken, not Andrew Carter’s.

　　Andrew Carter’s morale soared as he strode forward, pressing the attack. He was still immersed in that state, his mind automatically filtering through many techniques to further expand his advantage, then instinctively choosing the most suitable one.

　　“Fiery Bull Cannon Fist,” seventh form: “Furious Bull Stomp.”

　　This was a superior martial technique passed down by the Ancestral Land to disciples of the Nine Veins Power—a second-tier technique below the Nine Veins Realm, far surpassing the first-tier techniques taught by the Sun clan of Anhuai.

　　Victor Carter retreated quickly. Fearing for his life, he had specially trained in a life-saving technique: the “Forgetting Void Step,” a movement skill designed for escape.

　　Victor Carter’s other martial skills were mediocre, but he had put real effort into this movement technique. So, in this moment of crisis, he instinctively used it, his figure flickering, seemingly about to break free from the fight and retreat into the protection of his lackeys.

　　But as Andrew Carter’s foot landed, the Furious Bull Stomp shook the ground, throwing Victor Carter’s steps into chaos—he could no longer retreat.

　　Andrew Carter pressed in, both fists like the sharp horns of a charging bull, slamming hard into Victor Carter’s chest.

　　The Fiery Bull Cannon Fist emphasized “nurturing” the momentum of the fist. With this move, Andrew Carter gave the impression that a high-level wild beast—the Sky-Splitting Fiery Bull—was roaring behind him, its forehooves pounding the ground.

　　Victor Carter was utterly unable to resist. The elemental force on Andrew Carter’s fists flashed, and a tremendous power exploded forth.

　　Bang!

　　Victor Carter let out a muffled groan, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily more than ten yards away.

　　“A mere Four Veins Power can actually nurture fist momentum! This—this—this is absolutely impossible! Even the true geniuses of the Ancestral Land couldn’t do this! Is this still that useless waste?” Among Victor Carter’s lackeys, someone recognized Andrew Carter’s fist momentum—this was the mark of a true genius!

　　They simply couldn’t accept it. The person they used to bully at will had, overnight, become a genius surpassing even the “true martial disciples” of the Ancestral Land.

　　Andrew Carter strode forward, and Victor Carter shrank back in terror.

　　He desperately wanted to get up and run, but his severe injuries made him fail after several attempts. He screamed, “Quick, protect me!”

　　A few lackeys instinctively stepped forward, but Andrew Carter suddenly turned his head, black flames flickering in his eyes. Though the lackeys were also at the Four Veins Power level, that sword-like gaze pinned them in place, scaring them so much they dared not move.

　　Everyone had the same thought: Is this really the same coward as before?!

　　With just a look, Andrew Carter forced all the lackeys back. The servant who had mocked Uncle Grant at the door earlier now hesitated at the side, thinking this was a good chance to curry favor with Young Master Sheng.

　　Andrew Carter walked past him and, without hesitation, kicked out.

　　The servant tried to dodge, but for some reason, he simply couldn’t move. He could only watch as the sole of the shoe grew larger before his eyes, finally stomping hard on his face.

　　Smack!

　　His nose and teeth were all broken by that kick, blood spraying everywhere. With a muffled groan, he passed out on the spot, collapsing miserably to the side.

　　This man was a minor steward in the manor. The other servants wanted to help him up, but a chilling, icy glare forced them back.

　　They looked up at Young Master Ang and shuddered, shrinking back and not daring to move.

　　“No one is allowed to help him! Hang him at the manor gate. If he survives, it’s his fate; if he bleeds to death, he deserves it!”

　　“Yes!” The servants hurriedly agreed.

　　The maid who originally served Andrew Carter was now trembling so much she could barely stand.

　　Andrew Carter snorted coldly and continued walking toward Victor Carter.

　　“Don’t—don’t come any closer…” Victor Carter panicked. “Andrew Carter… Andy, we’re brothers…”

　　Andrew Carter was unmoved, resolutely stepping up to him, grabbing his already broken finger, and yanking it hard.

　　“Ah—”

　　Victor Carter screamed like a slaughtered pig, dragged by Andrew Carter—rolling and crawling—right in front of Uncle Grant.

　　“Kneel!” Andrew Carter said coldly.

　　Victor Carter froze. For a young master like him to kneel to a servant?