The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall erupted in cheers, loudly praising him, and the other disciples also showed looks of amazement on their faces.

Even in Ethan Clark's eyes, Chad Wright's talent was quite good. After all, he knew very well the origins of the Little Vajra Fist—it was originally a top-tier earth-level martial art, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist. The Little Vajra Fist was merely the introductory form of the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist, which was likely already lost.

This fist technique was extremely difficult to master. For Chad Wright to reach the minor accomplishment stage at his age was indeed impressive.

But it was only impressive—after all, with Ethan Clark's experience, what kind of peerless geniuses had he not seen?

“Holy Son, how was my Little Vajra Fist?”

After finishing the Little Vajra Fist, Chad Wright looked at Ethan Clark with a smug expression.

“Trash is still trash. Your Little Vajra Fist is a complete mess. What is this nonsense?”

Ethan Clark said indifferently, showing no mercy at all.

Chad Wright was furious and said coldly, “If that's the case, then please, Holy Son, show us the real Little Vajra Fist!”

Chad Wright was seething with anger, just waiting to see Ethan Clark make a fool of himself.

Everyone else also looked skeptical, feeling that Ethan Clark was being far too arrogant to speak so wildly. How would he get out of this?

William Harris looked calm, while Matthew Wright simply smiled without saying a word, both watching Ethan Clark.

“Watch closely. This is what the real Little Vajra Fist looks like!”

Ethan Clark tossed out these words and leapt into the Longevity Plaza.

At the summit of Longevity, mist drifted about, mountain winds surged all around. Ethan Clark stood on the plaza, his face handsome as jade, black hair flying, eyes shining like stars, exuding a majestic aura that spread outwards.

Moments later, he moved.

Ethan Clark threw out a punch. It looked light and effortless, yet instantly drew in all the surrounding mist toward him. The fist radiance was dazzling, beginning to emit the sound of thunder.

Boom!

Ethan Clark punched again and again, his speed increasing, until the sky was filled with fist shadows, flashing like lightning. The force of his punches was vast and unmatched, as if he were a vajra incarnate, carrying an invincible aura to subdue demons and evil.

The winds and clouds changed color, the sun and moon were obscured. Each of Ethan Clark's punches struck the void like a divine hammer pounding a heavenly drum, shaking the blood and qi of the many disciples, leaving them all shocked.

“No true qi, yet his punches stir up such a phenomenon—this... this is the perfected Little Vajra Fist! How is this possible?!”

Chad Wright was utterly stunned, his face full of horror.

“This brat... does he really understand the Little Vajra Fist?” Matthew Wright also looked extremely bitter.

“This is not just the perfected Little Vajra Fist—this is the realm of fist intent! Hahahaha... Heaven blesses my Longevity Sect!”

William Harris suddenly burst out laughing, his face filled with excitement.

“That's right, this isn't just a phenomenon—this is the power of heaven and earth! Human strength has its limits, but the power of heaven and earth is endless. To use human strength to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, that is intent! To comprehend fist intent at the Meridian Opening stage—this is unprecedented! Congratulations, Sect Master, this is a sign of great prosperity for the Longevity Sect!”

The Grand Elder was also extremely excited, his white beard trembling.

“Intent... intent... Even I have not comprehended intent. Sophia Harris, known as the number one of the younger generation in the Longevity Sect, has only reached the verge of comprehending sword intent. How could this brat possibly do it?!”

Matthew Wright was in utter disbelief, his eyes full of jealousy.

Boom!

Ethan Clark's final punch fell, and the swirling mist in the sky suddenly surged upward, forming a giant fist in the void. Under the sunlight, it shone like gold, then exploded with a bang, shaking the heavens.

“This is the real Little Vajra Fist. Did you see clearly? The Little Vajra Fist is not just about brute force. Softness is its body, strength its soul, hardness its intent, and intent resides in the fist. Only by combining hardness and softness can one become the wrathful vajra, subduing demons and evil!”

Ethan Clark walked up to the dazed Chad Wright and spoke calmly.

“Softness is the body, strength the soul, hardness the intent, intent in the fist, hardness and softness as one...”

Chad Wright's face was pale as he muttered to himself, as if possessed, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

“I understand, I understand now...”

Chad Wright laughed loudly, leapt up, and began to perform the Little Vajra Fist. His punches became much softer, yet continuous and unending, like a great river, and their power had risen by more than just one level.

The Little Vajra Fist had already reached the major accomplishment stage!

Next, Chad Wright made a decision that shocked many people.

He quickly walked up to Ethan Clark, dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Holy Son, I was ignorant and arrogant, not knowing there are always people better than oneself, and I should not have bullied my fellow disciples. Holy Son, you bore no grudge and taught me the Little Vajra Fist, making me deeply ashamed. From now on, I will train diligently and assist the Holy Son in making our Longevity Sect flourish!”

Chad Wright looked at Ethan Clark with eyes full of fervent admiration, his voice utterly sincere.

“Yalin, you... you fool!”

Matthew Wright was dumbfounded, pointing at Chad Wright and cursing, his face flushed red.

“Junior Brother Deng, it's rare for Chad to admit his mistakes and change. You should be happy for him!”