The tremendous force traveled to the enemy's arm, twisting his tendons and bones, causing him to gasp in pain. He suddenly exerted strength, the muscles on his back contracting as he tried to withdraw his fist.

But Andrew Warren's five fingers were like iron pincers, firmly locking his fist in place. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from Andrew Warren's palm!

One misstep led to another.

Just as he tried to pull his fist back, Andrew Warren had already contracted over a hundred muscles, launching a Stone-Crushing Spear straight at his face!

A single punch would decide life or death.

A fierce and brutal aura surged straight to his head!

He had no doubt that if this punch really landed on his face, his head would explode in the next instant!

There is great terror between life and death.

Under this extreme pressure, he lost his composure again, raising his free arm in front of him to block!

Crack!

Andrew Warren's Stone-Crushing Spear struck directly on the enemy's raised arm. The force penetrated flesh and muscle, slamming into the bone and snapping it in two!

That arm bent at a strange angle, the protruding broken bone smashing hard into his own chest.

He staggered again from the impact!

"Ahhh!"

The piercing pain shot straight to his head, tears and snot streaming down his face as he screamed in agony!

Andrew Warren seized the opportunity, swiftly twisting and breaking his other arm, then kicked him over and pressed his cloth shoe onto the enemy's chest!

"You little bastard, ah—" The enemy's face was full of venomous hatred, about to curse, but Andrew Warren stomped hard on his broken arm with his other foot!

More bones shattered instantly, the excruciating pain rushing to his head, leaving him unable to act arrogant any longer.

He could only lie on his back, sweat pouring down his face in large beads, gasping for breath to ease the pain.

"Calmed down now?"

Andrew Warren remained vigilant, staring at the enemy's face and speaking in a low voice, "Since you've calmed down, why don't we have a proper talk.

What's your name, and what are you doing wandering around our village at night?"

"My name is Samuel Newton, I came to Rising Water Village to visit relatives!"

Although Andrew Warren had captured him and crippled most of his martial arts, seeing Andrew Warren's youthful face, he assumed he had no experience in the martial world and immediately lied.

Andrew Warren pressed his lips into a smile, said nothing more, and in a flash grabbed one of 'Samuel Newton''s fingers, twisting it hard—"Ahhh!

It hurts!

Spare me!

I'll tell the truth, I'll tell the truth!"

Samuel Newton writhed like a fish on a hot pan, sweat pouring down his face as he begged for mercy.

"I'll ask you again, what are you doing wandering around our village?

This time, think carefully before you answer.

I've been a constable for two years. I won't claim to be highly skilled in other areas, but I do know a thing or two about interrogation."

Andrew Warren's expression turned cold as he let go of the finger he had just broken.

He claimed to have been a constable for two years to intimidate Samuel Newton, making him afraid to lie in front of an "experienced constable."

Samuel Newton had already been crippled by Andrew Warren.

The intense pain had shattered his will to resist or argue.

After all, he was just a scout for a bandit gang—what honor was there to speak of?

He immediately told Andrew Warren everything about his purpose.

Just as Andrew Warren had suspected.

He was a scout for a group of horse bandits from the other side of Big Ox Mountain, sent by the leader to scout the area within dozens of miles around Rising Water Village and select a target for robbery.

Of all the villages nearby, only Rising Water Village was decent, so Samuel Newton naturally chose it as the final target.

After marking the location, he was going to return to the base and report to the leader.

Chapter 14: Copper Skin Technique

"How many leaders are there in your Big Ox Mountain gang?

What are their martial arts levels, and what styles do they practice?"

Andrew Warren carefully analyzed what Samuel Newton had said, then asked further.

His gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over the few uninjured fingers on Samuel Newton's hand.

Cold sweat broke out on Samuel Newton's forehead, afraid that if he lied and was found out, his fingers would be broken too. He immediately confessed, "There are three leaders in our gang.

The chief, James Thompson, is a martial artist at the Dark Force level and has been at that level for eight or nine years.

His boxing style is different from ours; it's a set of moves imitating a tiger hunting its prey, called 'Tiger Form Palm.' It can train nearly three hundred muscles in the body and is the most powerful; the second leader, Henry Lane, has only reached the Dark Force level for less than three months. He and the third leader, as well as the rest of us, all practice 'Copper Skin Technique.'

Copper Skin Technique can train over a hundred muscles, and with the aid of 'Copper Skin Ointment,' it can toughen the skin of the hands, turning it into copper-like skin; the third leader, Logan Shaw, is only at the Bright Force level and can contract over a hundred muscles at once. He's the second leader's brother-in-law..." Samuel Newton told Andrew Warren everything he knew, in detail.

Andrew Warren questioned him several more times, finding no inconsistencies in his answers, then proceeded to dislocate all four of Samuel Newton's limbs and searched him for belongings.

He found a banknote worth thirty taels of silver.

A string of copper coins and some loose silver, totaling a bit over four taels.

Other than that, there was nothing else of value.