The entire courtyard was already in ruins.

Large sections of the ground had been upheaved, bricks and stones scattered everywhere.

Chris Thompson, Ryan Thompson, and Oliver Carter had long since moved aside, standing in the corridor as several guards approached, steadily protecting them.

These people looked at the center of the courtyard, unable to believe that a human could possess such destructive power.

It was as if Chris Thompson was meeting Ethan Thompson for the first time, his gaze sharp. As a soldier who had participated in war, he could naturally remain calm. He had always thought his son was a playboy, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

"Good!" David Carter took a deep breath, his energy settling: "Your martial arts cultivation has reached such a level? Unmoving, yet transforming. How did you achieve this? And you carry a murderous aura—this is the momentum forged through countless battles, only developed by staining your hands with many lives."

"My will is like a blade, and human life like grass..." Ethan Thompson's breathing gradually calmed, as if unwilling to recall those bloody years.

"I want to see just how strong you really are." Suddenly, David Carter moved, pouncing forward, swift as a ghost, his palm like a blade, taking an unorthodox approach.

Bagua Palm, Bagua Steps, Wandering Dragon movement.

Ethan Thompson shook his head, closed his eyes, and his body suddenly expanded by a whole size. Where his energy reached, his diaphragm filled, his skin bulged.

The muscles and tendons on his body coiled like pythons, becoming vivid and alive.

It seemed as if he was not made of flesh and blood, but rather composed of giant pythons.

Ah...

He let out a long howl, his voice like steel wire thrown high into the sky, piercing metal and splitting stone. All the windows in the courtyard shattered from the sound.

Then, his arm swung out—two became four, four became eight, eight became dozens, until fist shadows overlapped, his fists seeming to come from all directions.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

No matter from which direction David Carter attacked, he was enveloped by the fists. This style had no flaws, pure physical power unleashed.

After several exchanges, David Carter's blood and energy surged, his face changed dramatically, and he retreated again and again.

But as the fist shadows withdrew, Ethan Thompson was already at his side, the tip of his fist touching his chest. With a jolt, the force was like a giant awl pushing a mountain.

Thud!

His massive body flew through the air, sticking to the wall like a sheet of paper, then slowly sliding down, yet his body was completely unscathed.

Originally, with this punch, Ethan Thompson could have torn him to pieces, even punched straight through his body, but now he had not injured him at all. This demonstrated a terrifying level of control—capable of granting life or death.

David Carter stood up, straightened his uniform, and bowed deeply to Ethan Thompson: "Master Hansha, I now understand that there is always someone stronger. Your martial arts have broken through the limits. If the commander had someone like you at his side, it would be worth an entire company of guards."

He was a martial arts expert and knew just how powerful the strength Ethan Thompson had just displayed was.

"People like us contend with the heavens. Fame and fortune are but dust. I will never bow and scrape to anyone. In my eyes, there are only unresolved karmic ties, so there are things I must do, and others I will not touch." Ethan Thompson waved his hand. "Today's fight with you was, in fact, my way of severing certain ties, letting people know what I am truly doing."

Then, he turned to face his father and elder brother: "The blind date you arranged for me, I'll go now. Dad, you always said that no matter how strong a person is, they're still flesh and blood, and can't withstand guns and cannons. But that's not necessarily true. In this world, perhaps miracles really do exist. What your son wants is to pursue the impossible miracle within the ordinary."

As he spoke, his body flickered.

Click, click.

The guards' guns were suddenly in his hands, then became a pile of scrap metal.

Steel-forged guns, in his palm, were like lumps of clay.

And then he vanished.

"Is this your good-for-nothing playboy son?" Oliver Carter's eyes shone with a strange light. "Chris, my friend, with abilities like that, the commander really does need someone like him at his side."

"To use martial arts to break the law is neither his blessing nor the country's." Chris Thompson was stunned for a moment before finally uttering these words.

Chapter 6: Blind Date

"Beiming Group has developed rapidly in recent years. Chairman William Fisher even became the richest man for a time. This group is powerful—you can tell just by looking at the club. Not bad, not bad." Ethan Thompson looked around. The classical garden style was blended with modern sci-fi decor, arranged with elegant grandeur. This was the Beiming Club.

Classical garden architecture was serene and elegant, but its flaw was that some areas were too gloomy, with excessive dampness. But with the addition of modern sci-fi elements, it was completely different. Those originally gloomy areas became spacious and bright, simple and generous. At a glance, it was refreshing and uplifting.

The Beiming Club was the newest top-tier private club to emerge in recent years.

The chair Ethan Thompson sat on was made of precious sandalwood—red sandalwood, to be exact. There are many types of wood that can be called red sandalwood, but only "sandalwood red sandalwood" is the true king. Any random chair here costs seven figures.