Many people have heard of the power of the The Clark Family Gale Fist, and also know that the ninth form of the Gale Fist can unleash triple force. But who would believe that a mere fool could actually comprehend the mystery of the Triple Wave?

But while others' words can be doubted, this young man cannot be.

Because his name is Emily Parker.

The name sounds delicate, but its background is extraordinary. The The Parker Family is an old noble family in Dongyun City, and ever since they claimed the noble title six hundred years ago, they have never let it slip away.

Emily Parker is one of the outstanding talents of the younger generation of the The Parker Family. Now, he is already at the fourth level of the Minor Ascension Realm, yet only sixteen years old—a true prodigy.

“So that’s how it is. I didn’t notice at all.”

“To unleash triple force in an instant, the movement was just too fast.”

“No wonder it’s Emily Parker—he even caught such subtle movements.”

“Of course, just think about who he is.”

Everyone chimed in. With Emily Parker’s explanation, they recalled the scene more carefully and vaguely felt that Henry Clark’s fist did indeed tremble slightly after colliding with Matthew Bolton’s palm. Thinking back, that must have been when the second and third waves of force were released.

“But it’s only been the New Year—how did Henry Clark become so powerful?”

“Maybe his father died and it shocked him.”

“But it’s impossible for his strength to increase that much all at once, right?”

“That’s what you don’t know. This kid snatched a treasure weapon from Steven Reed earlier, which can boost his strength by 1,500 jin.”

“What, a treasure weapon?”

“Haha, it’s a treasure weapon that’s about to break—at most, it’ll last ten days or so.”

“So that’s it. No wonder.”

With this “reasonable” explanation, everyone finally accepted it. Meanwhile, on the other side, Grace Miller and John Grant both looked quite grim. They had intended to teach Henry Clark a lesson, but instead, they ended up suffering a loss.

Just then, the academy teachers also walked over—it was time for class.

Most people believed that Henry Clark’s victory was thanks to the treasure weapon, but a few saw more, such as Emily Parker.

—Strength can be boosted by a treasure weapon, but martial skills cannot.

To master the Triple Wave to such a degree—how could that be an ordinary person?

This Henry Clark… is actually quite interesting. Emily Parker looked at Henry Clark, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He suddenly found himself deeply interested in this boy who had always been called a fool.

Chapter 10: Comprehension

“Line up.”

A deep shout rang out. A man of medium height but extremely sturdy build walked over, with a square face, thick brows, and a broad nose, giving off a sense of rock-like solidity.

Yes, this was the infamous “scoundrel” Mr. Bennett.

The students, who had been standing scattered, quickly lined up. The teachers at Qianfeng Academy were all strict—whether you were a noble or the child of a wealthy family, if you made a mistake, you’d get punished all the same.

Fifty people quickly lined up in two rows by height. Henry Clark was neither tall nor short, standing in the middle of the second row.

“Run twenty laps first,” said James Bennett.

Everyone grimaced, but no one dared complain. Otherwise, they’d definitely be singled out for extra training.

Not just their group—other teams also started running to warm up. After twenty laps, those who had reached the Minor Ascension Realm were fine, but those below that level were all sticking out their tongues, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto the snowy ground.

“Now start horse stance and punching practice,” called James Bennett.

“Mr. Bennett, why do we have to practice horse stance and punching?” a young boy asked—he was a new student this year.

James Bennett glanced over and, seeing that the boy was a newcomer, explained, “As a martial artist, your foundation must be stable. This is the most basic of basics.”

The boy was still unconvinced. He was the son of a wealthy family and had already learned an intermediate martial skill, so he was quite proud. But since the other was a teacher, he didn’t dare argue.

James Bennett smiled and said, “Try a horse stance. If you can stay standing when I hook your leg, you won’t have to do this training. Don’t worry, I’ll only use as much strength as you.”

The boy immediately smiled and took a firm horse stance, thinking this was a great chance to show off.

“This kid’s in for it,” the older students whispered to each other.

James Bennett walked over and hooked his foot—the boy immediately toppled backward, landing with a thud. Luckily, the sand was soft and covered with snow, so he wasn’t hurt.

“I—I wasn’t ready yet,” the boy quickly got up, refusing to admit defeat.

“Then let’s go again,” said James Bennett. After the New Year, some old students left and some new ones joined, so this was a good chance to put the newcomers in their place.

The boy took the horse stance again, but unsurprisingly, with just a hook from James Bennett, he lost his balance and fell hard—this time forward, getting a mouthful of snow and sand.

“Again.” This time it was James Bennett who called out.

“Again.”

“Again.”

The boy was tripped more than a dozen times in a row and finally burst into tears, begging for mercy.

Only then did James Bennett stop. At his command, everyone began horse stance and punching practice.