He saw another world.

Energy was densely distributed between heaven and earth—present in the air, in the earth, in the sunlight. Flowers, grass, and trees all accumulated energy, with a small amount leaking out, and even every person was the same.

With a single thought, his soul transformed into a net, drawing the nearby energy back in.

Boom!

This energy surged into his body, coursing through his blood, rapidly strengthening Henry Stone's body.

After all the energy was absorbed, his consciousness once again turned into tendrils, spreading out in all directions.

Henry Stone understood: this cycle of gathering and releasing was one revolution.

In this process, his body was strengthened, at the cost of consuming his soul power.

“There are still fifteen left!” Brian Booth's voice sounded in Henry Stone's ear, clearly trying to provoke him.

Henry Stone ignored him and once again activated the Nine Revolutions Skydraining Sutra.

Boom—a large amount of energy was once again seized by him to strengthen his body.

“There are still fourteen left.” Brian Booth's voice rang out again, full of petty spite.

The third revolution, the fourth... the ninth!

“There are still five left.”

Henry Stone stopped running the Nine Revolutions Skydraining Sutra, as his soul power was already exhausted.

No wonder it’s called nine revolutions—because it can only be run nine times. After that, he could only wait for his soul power to recover.

Henry Stone clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body.

Although he hadn’t tested it yet, he had a feeling that his progress was tremendous!

“Brian Booth, are you really determined to keep going down this path of self-destruction?” Henry Stone said calmly. After absorbing Yuan Chengmie’s memories, he too possessed the composure of a strong man.

In his eyes, Brian Booth was nothing more than a lackey.

“Ha! You still dare to threaten me?” Brian Booth laughed loudly, spreading his hands to the people around him, looking as if he was truly surprised. “Listen, everyone, Genius Stone is actually threatening me!”

Some people laughed, but most just shook their heads slightly, thinking Brian Booth had gone too far. Especially the girls—their gazes at Brian Booth were as sharp as blades.

“Henry Stone, don’t forget, you’re already a cripple!” Brian Booth showed no self-awareness of being a clown, stepping on his former boss. This feeling made him ecstatic, his heart soaring with delight.

“Let’s make a bet,” Henry Stone said. “If I pass the annual test, you have to kneel on the ground and shout three times, ‘Thomas Song is a bastard.’ How about it?”

Brian Booth sneered, “Henry Stone, even now, you’re still daydreaming? Fine, I’ll bet with you. You’re bound to lose anyway!”

He didn’t even mention what Henry Stone would have to pay if he lost, because in his eyes, Henry Stone was no different from a dead man.

“Henry Stone, step forward for the test.” At that moment, a voice came from ahead.

Henry Stone took a deep breath and strode forward.

Outside the crowd stood a strength tester, with three academy teachers beside it—one to record the results, the other two to supervise.

“Identity confirmed.” One teacher nodded.

“Begin.” The teacher holding the record book said to Henry Stone.

Henry Stone approached the strength tester. It was simple: just punch the force plate, the force would be transmitted, the gears would turn, and the pointer would stop at the corresponding strength mark.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly swung his left fist.

—His right fist wouldn’t do; the meridians in that arm were damaged and couldn’t exert force.

Bang!

He punched the force plate. The pointer immediately spun, then slowed, finally stopping at a value.

“One thousand nine hundred seventy-seven jin.” The record-keeping teacher read the value, waiting for confirmation from the other two teachers, then continued, “Last year’s annual test was one thousand five hundred and six jin, an increase of over thirty percent.”

“Passed.”

He looked at Henry Stone, a surprised expression on his face, because he knew Henry Stone’s situation very well.

—He might not remember other students, but Henry Stone had once been the academy’s genius, and was so good-looking that no one who saw him would ever forget.

“What? One thousand nine hundred seventy-seven jin?”

“How is that possible!”

The students erupted, each one in disbelief.

“Although after last year’s annual test, Henry Stone could still train for three more months, for the next nine months he couldn’t train at all—his strength should have declined.”

“Even if it didn’t decline, to say he increased his strength by thirty percent in just three months—I’d never believe it.”

“Right, that’s impossible!”

“The strength tester must be broken!”

But the girls were all overjoyed. Since Henry Stone passed the test, he could stay at the academy for at least another year, giving them another year to win the heart of this handsome idol.

Immediately, they started arguing with the boys, each unleashing astonishing fighting spirit.

Brian Booth was also stunned, not expecting this result. Then he quickly shouted, “The strength tester must be broken! This result isn’t accurate!”

“Old Langley, is the strength tester really malfunctioning?” one of the supervising teachers asked the record-keeping teacher.

All the teachers knew exactly what was going on with Henry Stone.