——At Qianfeng Academy, we train warriors—only those who can fight are considered talented.

Students of the Eastern Faction enter through the east gate, while those of the Western Faction use the west gate, the division as clear as black and white. The main gate is only opened when an important figure visits—otherwise, if you use the east gate, the Western Faction will be displeased; if you use the west gate, the Eastern Faction will be unhappy.

Henry Clark belongs to the Eastern Faction, Earth Institute.

He paused to take in his surroundings. Dongyun City was ancient, its true age impossible to determine, and so was Qianfeng Academy, with a history so long it was astonishing. The main gate at the entrance exuded a sense of age, radiating an endless aura of antiquity.

Henry Clark's former self was an explorer, well-versed in ancient things. Although the civilizations of the two worlds were completely different, he could still see that this main gate was extraordinary.

Whoosh!

Just as he was lost in thought, a gust of wind swept by. Henry Clark instinctively reacted, powering his waist, his whole body tilting to the side in an instant—swish—a palm struck nothing but air.

He turned his head and saw a boy about his age, but with a ruffian's look on his face—clearly the delinquent type. Behind this boy were two others, equally thuggish.

"Idiot, after the New Year, you must have gotten quite a bit of pocket money, right? Let us help you spend it," said the boy who had tried to slap Henry Clark.

Three names immediately surfaced in Henry Clark's memory: Steven Reed, Andrew Thompson, Franklin Ward.

All three were from the Western Faction, not strong at all—not even having reached the Minor Attainment stage—but bullying the former Henry Clark was never a problem. Moreover, because the old Henry Clark was timid and never dared to protest when bullied, and was also of noble descent, Steven Reed and his friends loved to extort "pocket money" from him, treating him like an ATM.

More often, they bullied Henry Clark for fun, to satisfy their "strongman" mentality.

A surge of anger rose in Henry Clark's heart. After the two sets of memories merged, there was no longer any difference between his past and present self.

"What do you want?" He was about to make a move when a tall, burly boy strode over and shouted at Steven Reed and his friends.

"George Harris?" Steven Reed turned to look at the boy, snorted, and said, "None of your business. Get lost, kid."

"You dare bully someone from the Eastern Faction right in front of me? Do you think I'm dead or blind?" George Harris snorted.

Steven Reed and his friends exchanged glances. One of them said, "Since you want to meddle, then step aside. We'll beat you up too, and from now on, there'll be one more person handing over pocket money."

Fighting was forbidden at the academy gate, as it would look bad.

George Harris showed no fear. He possessed 900 jin of strength and was about to enter the Minor Attainment stage. His mastery of the Wildfire Fist was also deep, so dealing with these three little punks would be no problem.

He wasn't particularly close to Henry Clark, but standing up for others at this age was quite cool and gave a strong sense of accomplishment. Besides, did the Eastern Faction need a reason to fight the Western Faction?

The five of them moved into a small alley to the side, with Steven Reed and his two friends blocking the exit.

"You just stand back and watch. I'll protect you," George Harris turned to Henry Clark and said, showing the demeanor of a big brother.

Henry Clark smiled and stepped back a bit. He had never seen people in this world fight before.

George Harris took his stance, assuming the attacking form of the Wildfire Fist.

"Get him!" Steven Reed and his friends shouted, rushing forward.

They didn't care about rules—knocking down the opponent was all that mattered.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

They all threw punches, the force of their blows whistling through the air.

Although none of the three had reached the Minor Attainment stage, each had four or five hundred jin of strength, which was still quite impressive.

Henry Clark's pupils dilated slightly. In that instant, the whole world seemed to slow down—whether it was Steven Reed and his friends or George Harris, everyone's movements became absurdly slow.

But he immediately realized that it wasn't their movements that had slowed, but rather his brain was running at high speed, deducing so quickly that the real world seemed to move in slow motion.

After his eyes took in everyone's movements, his brain automatically began to analyze, his powerful deduction ability completely breaking down the four people's actions, mapping out the trajectory of every punch.

Clear and distinct.

Henry Clark couldn't help but be surprised—he hadn't expected his deduction ability to have such an effect. This was definitely an evolution; he hadn't had this ability back on Earth.

Whoosh!

The four people's movements sped up, returning to normal in his eyes, but he had already grasped all their attack methods. Of course, analyzing the opponent's attack routes was one thing, but whether he could dodge or block them was another.

For example, if the opponent's punch had ten thousand jin of force, even if he knew it was coming at his chest, how could he possibly block it? Or if the opponent was absurdly fast and his body couldn't keep up, how could he dodge?

So, your own strength can't be too far off—otherwise, you can't block or dodge, and seeing through the opponent's attacks is meaningless.

Of course, these four in front of him were nothing but a piece of cake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!