Andrew Carter said resolutely, “A life-and-death wager! If I lose this match, I’ll kill myself on the spot! Likewise, if you lose, you’ll smash your head against the stone tablet at the entrance and die—do you dare?”

Jack Carter was stunned by the sudden cold gleam in his eyes. As he snapped back to his senses, he immediately wondered, Why is this guy so confident? Is he bluffing? Doesn’t seem like it. That’s not his personality.

But how could this guy be so sure of himself? According to what Victor Carter told me in private yesterday, this guy is only at the early stage of Four Meridians Strength, while I’m already at the mid-stage of Five Meridians Strength. There’s no way he could be my match.

He looked at Andrew Carter in confusion, then glanced at Harold Carter. When his gaze landed on the black iron long case in Harold Carter’s hand, he suddenly understood: So that’s it! It must be that Third Uncle secretly lent the Night Song Sword to Andrew Carter, that’s why this kid dares to be so arrogant!

Heh, good thing I’m clever enough not to fall for your tricks.

Andrew Carter sneered, “What, you don’t dare? So, you’re even less than a coward like me. What does that make you! Don’t bark in front of me again!”

Jack Carter gave his father George Carter a look. George Carter nodded subtly, indicating he would back him up.

With his father’s secret support, Jack Carter let out a vicious grin and suddenly unleashed his vital energy, using his movement technique to charge at Andrew Carter at lightning speed. “Idiot! Today I’ll show you that trash will always be trash!”

“Five Thunder Palm, break!”

A palm shot through the air. Empowered by vital energy, Jack Carter’s palm instantly swelled to the size of a washbasin, faint arcs of lightning flickering around it, the momentum astonishing.

The Five Thunder Palm is a high-level martial technique passed down to the disciples of the Anhuai Sun clan, far superior to the Eighteen Dispersed Hands. It’s already a second-tier technique below the Nine Meridians Realm, and is in no way inferior to the Fire Ox Cannon Fist!

Jack Carter is a year older than Andrew Carter. Previously, due to fierce competition, he failed to enter the Ancestral Grounds, but his father George Carter is the confidant of the clan head Samuel Carter. Plus, Kevin Carter is known as the number one genius among this generation of Anhuai Sun disciples, so Samuel Carter has shown their family much favor, even making an exception to teach them.

Jack Carter had trained hard for over half a year, never displaying it in public. Now, bursting forth, he aimed to catch Andrew Carter off guard and settle this disgraceful loser in a single move!

Once Andrew Carter is dead, Ethan Carter will be no threat at all.

Without an heir, Harold Carter will lose the Night Song Sword sooner or later.

But this Five Thunder Palm, which seemed flawless to him, was met with a contemptuous shake of the head from Andrew Carter: “Full of flaws!”

Jack Carter flew into a rage, forcefully channeling more vital energy, even more eager to smash Andrew Carter into pulp with a single palm.

Andrew Carter moved to meet the attack. But when he saw his opponent’s technique, Jack Carter almost burst out laughing: “Eighteen Dispersed Hands! Hahaha!”

That’s right, the Eighteen Dispersed Hands—the lowest-level martial technique of the Anhuai Sun clan.

Strictly speaking, the Eighteen Dispersed Hands doesn’t even qualify as a ranked technique, so compared to the second-tier Five Thunder Palm of the Nine Meridians Realm, it’s two full levels lower and shouldn’t possibly be a match.

George Carter watched the two in the arena with a mocking look, stroking his beard and saying insincerely, “Alas, my son Jie’s victory is hardly glorious. His opponent is just too weak. After half a year in the Ancestral Grounds, he hasn’t even learned a single ranked martial technique.”

Samuel Carter and the others also felt reassured.

Yesterday, after Victor Carter returned in defeat, everyone was uneasy—had Andrew Carter had some stroke of fortune and suddenly grown much stronger?

Now it seemed that trash would always be trash; a salted fish could never turn over. Yesterday, it was probably just that Victor Carter was too careless.

As long as Andrew Carter dies, everything will fall into place.

On the other side, Harold Carter was momentarily stunned, already unable to resist intervening. The Eighteen Dispersed Hands… is just too low-level. Even in Harold Carter’s eyes, it was absolutely impossible to defeat the second-tier Five Thunder Palm.

But remembering that his son was at least at the Five Meridians Strength stage now, he forcibly suppressed his urge to step in, anxiously watching on.

Ethan Carter, who hadn’t yet trained in martial arts, saw his brother make a move and immediately waved his little fists to cheer him on: “Big brother, beat him up! He always bullies me!”

“Hahaha!” George Carter burst out laughing, “Silly kid, you’re a fool too. Your brother is bound to lose…”

Hearing his little brother’s words, a dark flame flickered in Andrew Carter’s pupils, and the vital energy in his hands increased by thirty percent.

The Five Thunder Palm surged forward with unstoppable force. Meanwhile, Andrew Carter’s Eighteen Dispersed Hands seemed utterly ordinary, quietly slicing into the Five Thunder Palm’s technique!

At that moment, George Carter, who was mid-sentence, felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat. Samuel Carter and the others were also shocked—how could this be?

This clash between the two looked bizarre, as if Jack Carter had deliberately left himself wide open for Andrew Carter to seize the initiative.

But everyone knew that was impossible.

Yet the fact was, Andrew Carter, using the unranked Eighteen Dispersed Hands, broke Jack Carter’s second-tier martial technique, the Five Thunder Palm, in a single move!