Beside him stood another youth, also about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in splendid, luxurious clothes.

This youth was also very handsome, but compared to Henry Stone... the gap was still quite large.

"Not good, Thomas Song is here!"

The students of the Renzi Institute immediately showed nervous expressions.

They couldn't help but be nervous—Thomas Song was from the Tianzi Institute, and those who could enter the Tianzi Institute were all descendants of the great families of Mengyang City. People like that were absolutely not to be provoked by students of the Renzi Institute.

Even those girls who had acted like tigresses just now now showed signs of fear. Brian Booth could be bullied at will, but when it came to Thomas Song, with the title of the Song Family's Seventh Young Master above his head, who would dare to act recklessly?

Thomas Song looked at Henry Stone, his face openly showing his dislike.

Not only was he born into a prestigious family, but he also had outstanding martial talent, and he was tall and handsome—by all rights, he should have been the brightest star in the academy.

But then, along came Henry Stone.

The same age, but stronger than him, better looking than him, and even the girls of the Tianzi Institute were all infatuated with him.

Last year, Henry Stone even defeated him and won the right to represent the academy in the martial arts tournament in the imperial capital.

All of this made him hate Henry Stone to the core.

He had been waiting for today. As soon as Henry Stone was expelled, he would have someone take action and kill Henry Stone.

Although a death would be considered a serious incident, Henry Stone would no longer be a student of the academy. Just a nobody—if he died, he died. Who would bother to investigate?

It would definitely be left unsettled.

However, he had just received news that Henry Stone had actually managed to get through safely!

He couldn't believe it, so he came over in person to check, only to run into Brian Booth and learn about the bet.

"Henry Stone, you’ve got some nerve!" he said coldly, his aura intimidating.

Even though all the girls of the Renzi Institute wanted to defend their idol, under Thomas Song's oppressive aura, none of them dared to even lift their heads.

"Not really," Henry Stone replied calmly. Since Thomas Song wanted to kill him, why should he be polite?

"Just a cripple, a lame man—where do you get your courage?" Thomas Song strode toward Henry Stone, his steps heavy enough to make the ground tremble.

Seeing this, the boys all wore gloating expressions, while the girls were extremely nervous.

It was Thomas Song, after all. In the annual test just two days ago, his strength had reached 2,800 jin—he was almost a mid-level martial apprentice.

The gap in strength was just too great.

Chapter 4 Broken Leg

"Kneel before me!" Thomas Song struck out, throwing a punch at Henry Stone.

Watching the punch come at him, Henry Stone suddenly felt a strange sensation.

He had at least seventeen ways to counter this punch—even considering the injuries to the meridians in his right leg and right arm, he still had four options.

He was smart and talented in martial arts, but not to such a monstrous degree.

In an instant, Henry Stone understood.

These were the memories of Yuan Chengmie.

With the memories of this martial arts master, Henry Stone's insight had increased a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.

Henry Stone struck back, also with a punch. It looked completely ordinary, simple and unremarkable, yet it pierced through Thomas Song's attack and landed on his shoulder socket.

"Ah!" Thomas Song immediately let out a miserable scream—Henry Stone possessed two thousand jin of strength; how could this punch not be overwhelming?

Seizing this opening, Henry Stone followed up with a flurry of left punches.

Bang, bang, bang—Thomas Song was completely stunned by the blows. Once he lost the initiative, all he could do was take a beating.

—In terms of combat experience alone, Henry Stone could leave Thomas Song in the dust by hundreds of miles.

Seeing Thomas Song knocked to the ground, everyone was in disbelief.

This wasn't the Thomas Song from a year ago—his strength now far surpassed Henry Stone's, and besides, Henry Stone was injured!

The boys all looked as if they'd seen a ghost, while the girls were beside themselves with excitement. This was their idol—so handsome, so handsome, so handsome...

"Henry Stone, you—" Thomas Song lay on the ground, and from this angle, Henry Stone seemed like a giant, giving him an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"What did you just call me?" Henry Stone asked. "A cripple?"

He suddenly stomped down—crack! A crisp sound rang out, and Thomas Song's right leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Ah—" Thomas Song screamed in agony, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Hiss!

Everyone watching sucked in a breath of cold air—Henry Stone really dared to do it; he actually broke Thomas Song's leg.

That was the Song Family's Seventh Young Master!

But damn, that was so badass.

A man, when faced with provocation, shouldn't he just fight back directly?

So what if he was the Song Family's Seventh Young Master? If he was to be crippled, then cripple him.

Even though all the boys were insanely jealous of Henry Stone, they still gave him a big thumbs up in their hearts, while the girls' eyes were already sparkling with stars.

"Henry Stone, you're ruthless! You're ruthless!" Thomas Song gritted his teeth through the pain. "You dare break my leg? There will be no place for you in all of Mengyang City!"

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons. For at least two months, he could forget about any high-intensity training. This meant he could at best maintain his current level of strength, with no hope of improvement.