“Let me give it a try.” Mr. Record reset the pointer to zero, then punched the force plate. The pointer spun for a while before stopping at the 5,500-jin mark.

“It’s not broken.” Mr. Record said. His strength had always been around 5,500 jin.

It’s not broken!

The dynamometer isn’t broken!

The crowd was in an uproar again—this was unbelievable.

Chapter 3 Thomas Song

Henry Stone himself was also full of surprise.

No one could know better than he did that his strength had dropped to just over 1,000 jin. In other words, after cultivating the Nine Revolutions Sky-Snatching Sutra just once, his strength had increased by nearly 1,000 jin.

This was simply astonishing, terrifying even.

Moreover, according to Yuan Chengmie, the place where one cultivated also had a huge impact on efficiency, since the amount of energy in the world varied from place to place.

So, what if he found a place rich in energy and cultivated the Nine Revolutions Sky-Snatching Sutra there?

How much would his strength increase then?

Suppressing his excitement, he calmly walked back, meeting the boys’ shocked and pained gazes, while the girls looked at him with admiration.

The annual test continued, with everyone still discussing and marveling at Henry Stone’s results.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the annual test was over.

This time, most people did well; only one person failed to meet the requirement of a 30% improvement and would have to pack up and go home.

“Those who passed, do not become arrogant or careless. In the new year, you must continue to work hard.” Mr. Record said, then left with the other two teachers.

Everyone started whispering to each other, getting ready to leave.

“Wait!” Several girls stepped forward, blocking Brian Booth.

How dare he bully their male idol?

“What do you want?” Brian Booth said with a dark face. The fact that Henry Stone hadn’t been expelled from the academy made him very unhappy.

“You lost the bet to Henry Stone, and now you want to back out?” the girls said one after another.

Henry Stone had also wanted to confront Brian Booth, but since the girls were doing it for him, he just stood aside to watch the show.

Long ago, he had gotten used to the special treatment from girls; refusing would only make them angry.

So, it was best to just quietly accept it.

Watching these girls, whose fighting spirit was soaring, the boys all felt as if knives were twisting in their hearts.

—Is it just because he’s a bit better looking?

This pretty boy, even after becoming a cripple, was still so dazzling. It was just too much.

Brian Booth, thinking that a real man doesn’t fight with women, tried to slip away. Besides, these weren’t ordinary girls—they were female martial artists, not to be underestimated.

But he really shouldn’t have messed with Henry Stone!

“Hit him!” No one knew which girl shouted first, but instantly, all the girls got excited and surged forward, overwhelming Brian Booth in a flash.

To get into Xingfeng Academy, you either had to have power, influence, or money, or you had to be incredibly talented.

—The students of the Human Character Institute were poor kids who got in by talent, unlike the Heaven and Earth Institutes, which were full of children from noble or wealthy families.

But even if Brian Booth was talented, he couldn’t stand up to a group of equally talented, and now enraged, tigresses!

None of the boys stepped in.

First, it wasn’t their business. Second, fighting with women—if you win, there’s no sense of achievement; if you lose, it’s humiliating. Third, and most importantly, what good would it do for one or two of them to step in? Could they beat this group of girls?

They all looked at Henry Stone, gritting their teeth.

Is it just because he’s a bit better looking?

But after a few more glances, they could only sigh in defeat. This guy really was good-looking—far beyond the usual definition of handsome.

After a while, Brian Booth was beaten to the ground like a dead dog, his head swollen like a pig’s.

“A bet is a bet!” The girls still wouldn’t let him go, forcing Brian Booth to kneel on the ground and demanding he fulfill the terms of the bet. Some even looked excited—they hadn’t had enough fun beating him up!

Brian Booth shivered all over. These women were too ruthless; he didn’t want to go through that again. He might actually get beaten to death.

With no other choice, he could only whisper, “Thomas Song is a bastard.”

“Louder!”

“We can’t hear you!”

The girls shouted, getting more and more into it.

“Thomas Song is a bastard!” Brian Booth raised his voice.

“Louder!”

“Thomas Song is a bastard!” Brian Booth shouted, and as he said it, tears streamed down his face.

It was just too humiliating, being bullied by women like this!

Only then were the girls satisfied. They let go of him, each returning to their ladylike demeanor, smiling sweetly at Henry Stone as if the fierce tigresses from moments ago were a completely different group.

Brian Booth took the chance to slip away. While being beaten, he had protected his head with his hands and curled up his body to avoid injury to vital areas.

So, although he was in a lot of pain, he could still move.

“Henry Stone, just you wait!” After running a good distance, he finally dared to turn back and shout at Henry Stone, then quickly ran off again.

But he hadn’t gone far before he stopped and turned back.