Henry Stone threw a punch, landing squarely on the chest of the man with three braids. Under the tremendous force, the man was sent flying, tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground in front of David Zhao.

Dead.

“Those who owe me will all pay me back!” Henry Stone said calmly.

This statement wasn’t just directed at the Hailing Martial Arts School—it was Henry Stone’s declaration.

David Zhao’s expression immediately turned extremely ugly, and a fierce killing intent flashed across his face.

“You’re looking for death!” he said, enunciating each word.

Henry Stone didn’t care: “Who’s the client?”

“Just a dead man, no need for you to know so much!” David Zhao replied coldly, striding toward Henry Stone.

Clang!

He had barely taken two steps before he drew his blade, tossing the scabbard aside.

Inside the Hailing Martial Arts School, there were naturally no scruples—killing someone was easy to handle.

“Kill!” he shouted, swinging his blade at Henry Stone.

The broadsword swept through the air with a fierce momentum.

“Fourth Master is about to go berserk!” The crowd in the martial arts school grew excited.

“That’s the White Tiger Blade Technique!”

“A star-level lower-grade martial skill!”

Don’t underestimate a star-level lower-grade skill—so long as it’s a martial skill, it’s incredibly precious and extremely powerful.

“How many moves do you think this kid can withstand?”

“At most ten.”

“He’s so young, he definitely hasn’t learned any martial skills yet, and he lacks combat experience. I bet three moves will be enough.”

“Heh, I say just one move. Our Fourth Master has taken out beginner martial apprentices in a single strike before!”

As the crowd discussed, David Zhao’s blade had already slashed down.

Henry Stone’s gaze was sharp as a torch. Not to mention that David Zhao’s strength was far inferior to his—even if they were evenly matched, with his insight that surpassed countless martial levels, could he not instantly spot the flaws in David Zhao’s technique?

Even though David Zhao held a blade, in Henry Stone’s eyes, it was no different from a toy.

Henry Stone threw a punch.

To David Zhao, this punch seemed simple and unadorned, but it struck directly at the flaw in his blade technique.

How could this be?

Before the thought was finished, a heavy punch landed on his face. Under the terrifying force, he felt dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

Even so, he could no longer hold onto the hilt. With a clang, the blade fell to the ground, ringing out crisply.

Instantly, all the cheering around them stopped.

Everyone wore looks of disbelief, staring blankly at Henry Stone.

David Zhao was a top general under Martial World Bai, one of the Four Great Vajras, a peak intermediate martial apprentice, possessing nearly six thousand jin of strength!

Yet such an expert, even while using a martial skill, was defeated by Henry Stone with a single punch?

What!

They were all about to go crazy—how could something so outrageous happen?

Just how strong was Henry Stone?

He was just a sixteen-year-old boy!

Henry Stone smiled faintly. “Now can you tell me who hired you?”

David Zhao was unwilling—this was the Hailing Martial Arts School, how could he bow his head?

“Don’t even think about it. We have professional ethics!” he said stubbornly.

Henry Stone flicked his foot, and the blade on the ground landed in his hand. He smoothly pressed it against David Zhao’s neck.

“I think you should reconsider.”

With the cold blade at his throat, David Zhao’s courage instantly vanished.

“That person, that person is called William Lee.” He stammered.

William Lee?

Henry Stone was surprised. He hadn’t even spoken a word to this person—why would the other party want to kill him?

“I’ve told you, please don’t kill me!” David Zhao had lost all the prestige of the Fourth Master of Hailing Martial Arts School, begging for his life.

Henry Stone shook his head. “I said, those who owe me will all pay me back. How could you be an exception?”

“No!” David Zhao struggled desperately.

Splat—a splash of blood flew, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness.

—If he had known after death, he would surely regret taking this job.

The martial arts school fell silent. Who could believe that Henry Stone not only broke in alone, but even dared to kill?

They were all stifled. As the underground overlords of Mengyang City, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

“Damn bastard!” With a furious roar, a figure as massive as a tower appeared, at least seven feet tall, burly like a humanoid bear.

“Iron King!” the crowd exclaimed in unison, their faces lighting up with joy.

This tower-like man was called Kenneth Jones, the leader of the Four Great Vajras, nicknamed Iron King. He was born with a remarkable physique and terrifying strength.

So, although he was also an intermediate martial apprentice, his strength reached 6,300 jin, higher than the average intermediate martial apprentice.

“You actually killed Old Four—I’ll slaughter you!” Iron King roared, charging madly at Henry Stone.

Boom, boom, boom—his speed increased, and with his terrifying weight, every step made the ground rumble.

The crowd had been worried, since David Zhao was defeated by Henry Stone in a single move, and Iron King, who was only a bit stronger, probably couldn’t beat Henry Stone either.

But as Iron King charged, their confidence returned.