He really was incredibly lucky this time, to have drawn the evil spirit Harvey Lee. As for this character, Brian Bennett, who loved reading novels in his previous life, was no stranger at all—in fact, if he were to list his top ten favorite martial arts characters, Harvey Lee would definitely be among them.

A man who could mount his horse and brandish his spear without fear or hesitation.

What’s more, Harvey Lee’s combat strength was truly formidable—he was ranked third in the world by the invincible demonic master Frank Palmer!

Although he didn’t know much about the top-ranked experts of the Yun Nation, just from Harvey Lee’s aura alone, Brian Bennett felt that defeating someone like his father, a tenth-rank expert, would be a piece of cake.

“This card’s effect lasts for twenty minutes!”

The cold voice snapped Brian Bennett out of his ecstatic excitement. Only twenty minutes, and only once—this was really too little.

It would be more than enough to teach that third grandson a lesson, or even the third grandson’s grandfather, but it seemed a bit of a waste to use it like that.

Suppressing the urge to immediately test just how strong Harvey Lee really was, Brian Bennett once again turned his gaze to the Charles Armstrong and George Thompson cards.

If only he could swap his basic cards for Harvey Lee—he’d trade three for one without hesitation!

“Second brother, don’t do anything stupid! If you want to die, slitting your throat is much quicker—setting yourself on fire is way too painful!” With this shout, Henry Bennett came running in from outside at top speed.

His big eyes stared intently at Brian Bennett, and before Brian Bennett could say a word, he continued, “Second brother, I shouldn’t have told you about father fighting for you to get a spot at the Blood Pool. If you don’t feel confident, I’ll go into town right now and take care of that Logan Bennett for you!”

Brian Bennett looked at Henry Bennett with a face full of grievance. How did his brother always manage to think in such a twisted way? Self-immolation? Why would he ever want to set himself on fire!

He snorted and said, “Big brother, besides reminding you once again not to call me second brother, let me tell you something else—open your eyes and look carefully. Do I look like someone who would set himself on fire?”

“Heh, as long as you’re not, you really scared me!” Henry Bennett wiped the sweat from his forehead, then asked in confusion, “These branches were perfectly fine on the tree—why did you knock them down? I really don’t get you!”

As he spoke, without waiting for Brian Bennett to explain, he tossed over a key and said, “This is the key to father’s study. You know where our family’s martial arts manuals are kept. Father told you to pick one out—personally, I think Bear King Fist suits you best.”

With that, he turned and walked out, saying, “I’m off to see Little May. I was just caught by father to bring you the key, and now I’m going to be late!”

Watching the bustling Henry Bennett leave, Brian Bennett could only shake his head helplessly.

However, Henry Bennett’s words reminded him that the study held the martial arts manuals his father had collected. He could use those manuals as a reference to help choose skills for George Thompson and Charles Armstrong.

The study was in the rear courtyard of the Zheng residence. For most of the Zheng family, this place was something of a forbidden zone. Inside, there were two large bookshelves.

When Brian Bennett was a child, he often came here to read, so he skillfully pressed a button in the left corner of the study.

The bookshelf on the left side of the study silently slid open, revealing a tightly locked iron door. Brian Bennett stared at the secret door, and his memories drifted back to five years ago.

That time, the family faced a crisis. His father, Gavin Bennett, brought him and his two siblings to this iron door, instructing them to hide here if danger arose.

Although the three siblings never had to use the iron door before the crisis passed, Brian Bennett would never forget the look on his father’s face when he gave them those instructions.

Entering the secret room, he found another desk inside, but the books on this desk were far fewer than outside.

A dozen or so books were neatly arranged on the table. In terms of value, even a single one of these books could probably buy all the others outside.

“Bear Hug Technique,” “Bear King Fist,” “Gale Leg,” “Meteor Blade”...

Looking at the covers of each book, a trace of fanaticism slowly appeared in Brian Bennett’s eyes.

Chapter 9: Meteor Blade

These books—or rather, these secret manuals—apart from “Bear Hug Technique” and “Bear King Fist,” which were family inheritance techniques, all the other skills had been collected by Gavin Bennett’s branch over many years.

“Bear King Fist,” a lower tenth-rank martial art—when cultivated to its peak, a single punch carries the strength of three bears!

“Gale Leg,” a lower tenth-rank martial art—legs as swift as a gale, sweeping away fallen leaves; at peak, it can surpass the speed of wind!

“Meteor Blade,” a mid-ninth-rank martial art—blades as swift as meteors, every strike deadly. Unfortunately, it lacks the initial cultivation formula...

Unlike martial cultivation, which is divided into thirteen ranks, martial arts manuals in this world are divided into ten ranks. Brian Bennett’s father, Gavin Bennett, would occasionally tell Brian Bennett that in ancient times, martial artists were also divided into ten ranks, but because the gap below the tenth rank was too great, it eventually evolved into the current thirteen ranks.

In fact, below the tenth rank, some major sects still do not recognize it as a true rank.

After scanning through all the manual titles, Brian Bennett first picked up the Bear King Fist. This Bear King Fist was a boxing technique created by adapting the bear’s pouncing method, and was closely related to the Bear Hug Technique.