As David Clark's bodyguards, they knew their "master" all too well. They could almost predict the spectacular scene that was about to unfold.

Although "David Clark" was lazy in his training, always slacking off, and practiced the "Breathing Technique" only half-heartedly, when it came to fighting, he was truly gifted—his dirty tricks were endless and he had no scruples whatsoever.

For someone like Henry Clark, a fledgling, to show off in front of him was like showing off one's skills before an expert!

Sure enough—

In a flash, the distance of several dozen steps was closed. David Clark suddenly struck first, his massive fist whistling through the air as it swung toward Henry Clark's head.

"Kid, take this!"

David Clark shouted loudly, his eyes narrowed with a glint of cruelty. No one noticed that at the very moment he made his move, his right leg suddenly shot up, aiming a heavy kick right at Henry Clark's groin.

A low blow!

On the surface, it looked like a straightforward punch, loudly drawing attention, but in secret, he delivered a sneaky low kick. With this move, David Clark had taken down countless "heroes" in brawls!

"Henry Clark, you're still far from being a match for me!"

David Clark was feeling smug, already picturing Henry Clark collapsing to the ground in agony—the satisfaction was palpable...

Henry Clark didn't see David Clark's kick. In fact, the moment they both made their moves, Henry Clark realized he had acted impulsively.

No matter how unskilled David Clark was, his strength was still higher than his own.

But Henry Clark didn't regret it. Against such a shameless scoundrel, there was nothing to regret. He had only underestimated how vicious David Clark could be!

Although Henry Clark didn't see it, when David Clark launched that kick, Henry Clark still sensed it. It was a subtle feeling in his body—normally, he would never have noticed!

"This bastard!"

The anger he had suppressed flared up again, even more intensely. At this moment, even if he got hurt himself, Henry Clark was determined not to let David Clark get away with it.

"Bang!"

Henry Clark stepped back, his body twisting in a purely instinctive reaction to danger. In a split second, he dodged David Clark's kick at an incredible speed.

"Crack!"

Immediately, Henry Clark bent backward at the waist, like a drawn bow, dodging David Clark's punch. Henry Clark even heard the crisp sound of his own bones.

"How is this possible?"

David Clark's eyes bulged, his mouth wide open in disbelief. Then, he watched helplessly as Henry Clark, face full of fury, raised his right hand high and brought it down hard on his own face like toppling a mountain!

"Ahh!—"

David Clark let out a shrill scream, blood spraying everywhere. With a loud crash, he was sent flying as if hit by a speeding train, soaring five or six meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"How could he... possibly have such strength!!..."

David Clark's mouth hung open—this was his last thought before his consciousness faded into darkness.

……

Shock!

Completely unexpected!

The moment David Clark was sent flying, the two bodyguards were so stunned their jaws nearly hit the ground!

How could this be? What kind of joke was this?

Young Master Yong had been in at least ninety or a hundred fights—he was already a seasoned expert. That low blow was sudden and silent; setting aside how despicable it was, even they had to admit it was impressive.

At such close range, how did Henry Clark notice it? And how did he dodge it? Even the famous disciples in the clan might not be able to pull that off!

Countless questions flooded the two bodyguards' minds. For a long time, their heads were blank—they didn't even rush to help David Clark right away.

"Young master?"

"Young Master Yong?"

……

The two bodyguards finally snapped out of it, scrambling to David Clark's side, shaking him and checking his breathing. But David Clark didn't respond, making them even more frantic. One of them even shouted at Henry Clark.

"Henry Clark, how dare you kill Young Master Yong?!"

The shout was nearly hysterical.

"Relax, he's not dead yet. But if you wait any longer, who knows. —Now, grab this bastard and get lost!"

Henry Clark's expression was frighteningly calm.

"You bastard, you hit him so hard. Madam will never let you off!"

The other bodyguard shouted, panic written all over his face, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

David Clark being injured right under their noses was a serious dereliction of duty. But at this point, they couldn't worry about Henry Clark—they hurriedly picked up David Clark and left.

"Shh!"

Watching the two bodyguards disappear, Henry Clark let out a long sigh of relief. No one noticed that his hands were trembling uncontrollably inside his sleeves.

His calmness was just for show—to intimidate the troublemakers. In that split second, only Henry Clark himself knew how dangerous it had been. If he had been even a little slower, he would have been the one to fall.

"That was too dangerous, really too dangerous..."

Thinking back on what had just happened, even Henry Clark himself found it unbelievable. When had he become capable of such incredible moves?