To be able to toy with Matthew Bolton so effortlessly, one must at least possess a mid-tier cultivation level.

"I don't believe it." Matthew Bolton was stunned for a moment, then glared with bull-like eyes at Henry Clark and shouted. Just now, he had struck his own left hand with his right, causing a tingling numbness all over his body. Luckily, Henry Clark hadn't taken the opportunity to attack.

He was stubborn to the core, but instead of being frightened, he swung his palm at Henry Clark again, roaring, "I don't believe you can dodge every time!"

Henry Clark didn't reply. Under the opponent's fierce and relentless assault, he moved as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard, appearing casual, yet he dodged every attack completely.

This left the onlookers on edge, because although Henry Clark dodged every palm strike, each one was dangerously close—just a hair's breadth off and he would have been hit. And if he were struck by a blow from Matthew Bolton, that raging bear... Henry Clark's physique was clearly no match for Matthew Bolton's. One hit could be the end for him.

Yet Henry Clark managed to dodge every single strike, not wasting even the slightest bit of energy.

It was too strange. The fool was not only not foolish, but had become a master.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!" Matthew Bolton panted heavily. Even though his body was as strong as a beast's, after unleashing over a hundred full-force strikes in a row, he was so exhausted he felt almost drained.

He stared fiercely at Henry Clark and said, "Fool, are you just going to keep dodging? If you're a man, stop dodging."

Hearing this, the crowd snickered again.

Strength is one thing, but everyone's physique is different. Some people take the path of brute force, others the path of agility. Forcing an agile type to go head-to-head with a brute is inherently unfair.

Who said Matthew Bolton was just a blockhead? Didn't you see him using provocation tactics?

Henry Clark smiled and said, "Alright, I won't dodge."

What, Henry Clark agreed?

The crowd was instantly stunned.

Henry Clark clearly already had the upper hand. If he just dragged it out a bit longer, Matthew Bolton would collapse from exhaustion. Since victory was already in his grasp, why risk a direct confrontation? After all, Matthew Bolton was famous for his powerful physique. With equal strength, going head-to-head with him was definitely not a good idea.

"Haha, you said it yourself. If you go back on your word, you're not a man." Matthew Bolton said viciously, pressing Henry Clark with his words.

Henry Clark took a slight breath, the intent of the Triple Wave already circulating in his mind. He hooked his finger and said, "Come on."

The gesture was extremely cool, instantly causing many of the watching girls to scream.

In this world, strength is revered, and everyone worships the strong. Henry Clark had already demonstrated considerable power, and with his handsome looks, he was a total heartthrob. Combined with this flamboyant gesture, it was no surprise the girls went wild.

Grace Miller's expression was already gloomy, and seeing this made it even worse. She had encouraged John Grant to send his lackeys to teach Henry Clark a lesson, intending to embarrass him, but instead, she had given Henry Clark a stage to shine.

But it had only been a dozen days—how had this fool's strength improved so much?

"Take this!" Matthew Bolton roared, charging forward with both palms thrust out—this was the most powerful move of the Iron Palm technique.

Henry Clark clenched his fists, the treasure on his wrist beginning to glow, providing him with up to 1,500 jin of force.

He punched.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided, pure force against pure force, no holding back.

Triple Wave.

Henry Clark's eyes widened, nearly 2,000 jin of force split into three surging waves, one after another.

A fierce light flashed across Matthew Bolton's face. He could tell that his opponent's maximum strength was about the same as his own, but in terms of physical toughness, Henry Clark couldn't compare to him at all. Plus, this was the strongest move of the Iron Palm, its destructive power terrifying.

He was confident he could seriously injure Henry Clark with a single blow.

The guy who embarrassed him would now bear his wrath.

Hahahaha.

Huh?

Matthew Bolton's ferocious expression suddenly changed. After taking the first wave of force from Henry Clark, he had planned to rely on his strong physique and quick recovery to immediately follow up with another strike to injure Henry Clark. But unexpectedly, after the first wave, there was a second.

How was this possible?

Pfft!

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his chest was boiling, unbearably uncomfortable. But it wasn't over yet—another powerful force surged through, crashing into him.

"Wa—" He spat out a second mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, his eyes rolled up, and with a thud, he collapsed backward, unconscious.

The whole place fell silent.

Matthew Bolton, always known for his brute strength, had actually lost to Henry Clark in a direct confrontation. And he had been knocked out cold.

How was this possible?

"Marvelous! Marvelous! Marvelous!" In the silence, a young man suddenly started clapping. "That punch was both hard and soft, delivering three layers of force. The first neutralized Matthew Bolton's palm power, the second completely broke through Matthew Bolton's defense, and the third injured Matthew Bolton."

"The Chu family's ultimate technique, the final move of the Gale Fist—Triple Wave."

Triple Wave.