Eric Turner waved to the other three, signaling everyone to take action together, while grinning viciously, “Perfect, I’m not used to showing mercy either. Do it—break his arms and legs!”

Brian Carter’s brows furrowed slightly. Just as the other side’s men were about to charge over, he shoved David Miller away from behind him with one palm, and then, like a whirlwind, rushed straight at Eric Turner.

Strike the snake at its seven inches; to catch the thief, seize the king first.

Eric Turner was the leader of this group. As long as he was taken down, the others would be no problem.

Eric Turner’s muscles bulged all over, and his right fist shot out, slicing through the air with a gust of force, “In terms of speed, you’re a bit faster than me. In terms of strength, you’re no match for me!”

Brian Carter didn’t reply, simply throwing a punch straight out, colliding directly with Eric Turner’s fist.

What Eric Turner said wasn’t wrong. When Brian Carter had defeated Eric Turner before, it was mostly thanks to his agility and grasp of timing in battle. In pure strength, the bear-like Eric Turner was actually stronger than Brian Carter by a margin.

The reason Brian Carter chose the simplest and most direct attack was partly because the situation forced him, and partly to test his own strength. The ease he felt when lifting the stone lock earlier seemed to suggest his strength had improved significantly.

The two fists crashed together with a heavy thud. The smug expression on Eric Turner’s face suddenly froze. With a strange cry, his arm recoiled as if shocked by electricity.

Brian Carter was inwardly elated—just as he’d suspected, his strength had improved!

If it had been before, a direct clash like this would have left him at a slight disadvantage. But now, although Brian Carter still felt a strong counterforce, the power in the opponent’s fist was much less than he’d expected.

It wasn’t that Eric Turner’s strength had lessened—he was eager to break Brian Carter’s arm with a single punch and certainly wasn’t holding back. The only answer was that Brian Carter’s own strength had increased.

Brian Carter pressed the advantage, stepping forward and unleashing a second punch like a gust of wind.

Eric Turner hadn’t expected Brian Carter to be so strong. Caught off guard, with the pain in his arm still lingering, Brian Carter’s second punch was already upon him.

Eric Turner only had time to raise his arm, and Brian Carter’s punch landed squarely on it.

“Crack!” A crisp sound rang out. Eric Turner’s facial features twisted in agony, and he let out a miserable howl. Brian Carter’s punch had actually broken his arm!

Brian Carter still didn’t stop his assault. With a lunge, he caught up to the staggering Eric Turner, and his third punch slammed heavily into Eric Turner’s right shoulder.

Eric Turner screamed, his body sent flying by Brian Carter’s punch, soaring over two meters before crashing to the ground. His right arm hung limply at his side, completely useless—this punch had utterly destroyed his right arm.

Brian Carter stopped, finally turning to face the other three young trainees who had been chasing after him.

The three had been ready to attack, but this sudden, thunderous turn of events made their faces change dramatically. They all gasped, hastily stopping in their tracks.

The most formidable Eric Turner had just had his arm broken and his right hand ruined in three punches—if the three of them went up now, wouldn’t that be suicide?

Eric Turner had always prided himself on his strength—how could he lose to Brian Carter in a contest of power?

Brian Carter gave the three, who were frozen in shock and fear, a faint smile. But to them, the white teeth revealed in that smile looked chilling and sinister.

“Come on, why aren’t you coming?”

The three shook their heads violently, retreating even faster, their faces showing even more fear.

Come up?

Come up for what? Even Eric Turner couldn’t withstand three punches from Brian Carter—if they fought him, he’d probably take each of them out with a single punch, and their fate would be even worse than Eric Turner’s.

Brian Carter stared at the fallen Eric Turner, but Eric Turner no longer dared to meet Brian Carter’s gaze. His eyes were full of terror, and he was so regretful he could barely stand it.

Suddenly, Brian Carter laughed happily.

Although he hadn’t made a precise assessment yet, Brian Carter was already certain that after yesterday’s training, his strength had indeed soared.

Such obvious results after just one night—what about in the long run?

Brian Carter’s heart burned with excitement. Many ambitions he’d once thought were just wishful thinking suddenly became clearer than ever.

David Miller looked at Brian Carter, who had cleanly and domineeringly defeated Eric Turner with overwhelming force, his face full of unconcealed admiration.

“Eric Turner, if you’re not convinced, you can come find me. But you’d better be ready to get hurt again.”

Leaving behind Eric Turner, whose eyes were filled with anger and venom, Brian Carter turned and patted David Miller on the shoulder, smiling, “It’s over. Go train.”

David Miller said gratefully, “Thank you, Brian Carter. If it weren’t for you today…”

Brian Carter shook his head, cutting David Miller off, “We’re classmates—no need to be so polite. Alright, I’m off.”