This precious secret technique was laid out before Henry Clark, consisting of nine forms in total, each form made up of dozens of movements—extremely complex.

Now, with no powerful figure guarding the The Clark Family, yet possessing an advanced martial art, it was like a fool walking down the street with a gold ingot, not knowing how many people’s covetous eyes he would attract.

He had to become stronger as quickly as possible.

The forms of Gale Fist played over and over in his mind. His powerful deduction ability came into play, breaking down and reorganizing every move one by one. Each time he broke down and reassembled the moves, his understanding deepened.

In just over ten minutes, he began to practice. His movements went from clumsy to skillful, soon flowing as smoothly as running water.

“What’s so hard about this?” Henry Clark stopped, a look of surprise on his face. “The notes on the fist technique say that an ordinary person needs five days to master the first form, and even a genius needs several hours or even a whole day, but I learned it in just over ten minutes.”

“That’s it, it’s because of my deduction ability.”

“It’s just like a computer—once the data is input, it can be completely recorded. But, was my deduction ability always this strong before?”

Henry Clark stroked his chin. His deduction ability had always been strong, but it shouldn’t have been as terrifying as it was now.

Perhaps the fusion of two souls had strengthened this aspect of his abilities.

“But martial arts aren’t that simple. According to the manual, the first eight forms can indeed be learned by rote, but the last form has a spirit to it, and requires your own sense of artistic conception.”

“Never mind that for now, I’ll focus on mastering the first eight forms.”

Henry Clark pressed on, and after just over an hour, he had completely mastered the first eight forms of Gale Fist.

This fist technique followed a path of sheer force. Mastering the basic movements was only the beginning; to fully unleash the power of the technique, it was best to use special medicinal soaks, immersing the fists daily to toughen them like iron blocks.

The ninth form was indeed very difficult. Just in terms of complexity, it was more than double the previous eight forms combined. At least before dinner, he hadn’t managed to learn it. But there was no rush—New Year had just passed, and he still had fifteen days of spring break. By the time he returned to the academy, he would surely be transformed.

At dinner, Henry Clark’s appetite was a bit smaller, but still several times greater than when he was on Earth.

He didn’t continue with body training or fist practice, but instead started flipping through the family’s collection of books.

There must be a balance between tension and relaxation; when it’s time to relax, you should relax.

Although he now possessed all of the original Henry Clark’s memories, that guy’s reactions were naturally slow, and being literate was already quite an achievement—how many books could he have read? Besides, there were still many characters he didn’t recognize, so he needed to catch up.

How big was this world, really? What lay beyond Dongyun City? Why was it called the Lower World?

Henry Clark was an especially curious person—he just wanted to know.

But there were no books describing this world; most were introductions to fierce beasts and spirit herbs. Fierce beasts were dangerous, standing in absolute opposition to humans by nature—the two sides were mortal enemies, each preying on the other.

Spirit herbs, on the other hand, were of immense value. The raw materials for things like Strengthening Powder and Body-Enhancing Pills were spirit medicines, but they had to be specially refined.

Such techniques were only in the hands of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Absolute profiteering.

The purchase price of spirit herbs wasn’t exactly cheap, but it wasn’t outrageously high either. The real question was how much raw material was needed to refine things like Strengthening Powder and Body-Enhancing Pills. Of course, the City Lord’s Mansion would never make the recipes public, so no one knew how much profit they were making.

Henry Clark originally thought he would have trouble sleeping that night, but because he was so exhausted during the day, he felt sleepy before ten o’clock and slept like a log. When he woke up, it was already early morning the next day, around six o’clock.

He got up immediately and found that he didn’t feel any soreness in his back or waist, and the cracked skin had basically healed—medicine in this world was truly extraordinary.

His strength seemed to have increased by a large margin.

Henry Clark could clearly feel his body brimming with explosive power, as if he could punch through a wall.

Of course, this was just an illusion, but the reason for such a strong illusion was that his strength really had improved significantly.

Henry Clark was very eager to know—just how much had his strength increased?

He immediately ran to the training ground, where there was a strength tester.

Grabbing the tester’s pull ring, Henry Clark steadied his stance and pulled with both arms.

The gauge immediately began to spin.

Yesterday, Henry Clark had tested his strength—his maximum value was 97 jin. For an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy, this wasn’t high or low, just normal. But now, he found that as soon as he started to exert force, the value had already surpassed one hundred.

What about his limit?

Henry Clark shouted, pushing his strength to the maximum.

158.

The gauge displayed a final value in this world’s numerals.

Chapter 5 Gale Fist

Henry Clark was astonished. In just one day, his strength had increased by 61 jin. What did that mean? At this rate, in just over a month, he could reach the minimum requirement for the Minor Accomplishment stage.

A thousand jin of strength.