Adam Harper could even see through the crack in the window that he was enjoying a plate of fennel beans and a roast chicken, happily sipping on some liquor.

After confirming there was no one else inside, Adam Harper picked up a small shard of tile and flicked it at the door.

“Who the hell is throwing things around at night?”

George Mason put on his shoes, cursing as he pushed the door open and walked out.

In that instant, Adam Harper leapt down from midair like a great bird, tackling George Mason to the ground, then landed a heavy punch right into his stomach.

How powerful is the strength of sixty acupoints, with the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian opened?

If Adam Harper punched with full force, he could even smash a tree stump as thick as a thigh.

And this was Adam Harper holding back—otherwise, he was afraid he’d kill the man with a single blow.

But even so, George Mason instantly doubled over, nearly coughing up blood.

Just as he was about to scream, Adam Harper clamped a hand tightly over his mouth.

“Talk! Why were you so surprised that I was still alive earlier?”

Adam Harper locked his arm around George Mason’s neck, his eyes cold and sharp.

“If you dare to make a sound, I’ll kill you right now!”

George Mason’s eyes were filled with terror.

How had Adam Harper changed so much in just a few days?

He actually dared to come to his house to kill him!

“Adam Harper! Do you even know who you’ve messed with? You’re looking for death!”

George Mason tried to sound fierce, but his voice was weak.

“Whether I’m looking for death or not, we’ll talk about that later. If you don’t talk now, you really are looking for death.”

As Adam Harper tightened his arm, George Mason’s face instantly turned red, and he pleaded in a low voice, “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Just as George Mason breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, the courtyard gate suddenly swung open.

A man in his thirties, wearing a black martial arts outfit, with a burly build and a vicious face, suddenly walked in.

“Brother William, save me!”

George Mason suddenly shouted.

The next moment, Adam Harper kicked him hard in the knee. With a crack, George Mason’s leg was broken by Adam Harper.

“Bold! You’re really not dead!?”

Brother William was stunned for a moment, then charged at Adam Harper in a flash, chopping down at Adam Harper’s head with his hand like a blade!

Chapter 5: The Conditions for Activating the Gluttonous Furnace

This was Adam Harper’s first real fight with another person.

For a newcomer who had just started learning martial arts, he should have been nervous, but Adam Harper was incredibly calm.

He assumed the Vajra Fist stance, muscles and tendons surging in his arms, crossing them in front of him to block Brother William’s hand chop head-on.

‘Bang!’

A dull thud sounded.

Adam Harper took half a step back, and Brother William’s expression immediately changed.

At that moment, Adam Harper understood.

The two were evenly matched in strength, with the opponent being slightly stronger—he had probably opened about seventy acupoints, but hadn’t opened a second meridian.

He could fight!

Blood and energy surged, the muscles on Adam Harper’s arms bulged and exploded, like two heavy demon-subduing pestles smashing toward Brother William.

Brother William’s techniques were a bit messy—a mix of fists, palms, and grappling.

But now, facing Adam Harper’s counterattack, he could only passively defend against the dense barrage.

The more they fought, the more Brother William felt something was wrong.

He was being shaken by each of Adam Harper’s punches, his blood and energy boiling, but why did the other guy seem completely unaffected?

Strength is mutual—by rights, Adam Harper should be feeling it too.

Adam Harper did feel the forceful rebound of blood and energy.

But he had sacrificed his sense of pain, so it didn’t affect his combat ability at all—instead, it made Adam Harper fight even more fiercely.

A ruthless glint flashed in Brother William’s eyes.

His palms twisted like spirit snakes, wrapping around Adam Harper’s arms.

Though he was tall, he suddenly crouched down, making himself very small.

Using the leverage from his arms, he launched himself into the air and kicked at Adam Harper’s groin!

This move was anything but elegant—like a mongrel dog peeing—but it was a deadly attack.

Adam Harper rooted his feet, twisted his waist, and dodged to the side at the last second, narrowly avoiding Brother William’s kick.

Blood and energy surged, Adam Harper broke free from Brother William’s grip with his right arm, turned his fist into a pestle, and smashed down from midair!

Vajra Demon-Subduing Strike!

This was the result of practicing the true essence of the Vajra Fist in the Gluttonous Furnace.

The punch Adam Harper just threw in this life-and-death struggle truly embodied the martial intent of the Vajra Fist.

Even if James Thompson himself came—though his level far surpassed Adam Harper—he might not be able to throw such a punch with this much essence.

“Bang!”

With a dull thud, Brother William, who had no leverage in midair, couldn’t dodge at all and took the punch right to the head, slamming hard into the ground.

His forehead was even caved in by Adam Harper’s blow, blood gushing out like a spring. He twitched once on the ground and then never moved again.

Adam Harper went over and checked his breath—Brother William was dead beyond any doubt.

In martial arts combat, better to advance with a single thought than to hesitate with a single thought.

Adam Harper perfectly followed James Thompson’s teachings—when he struck, it was a killing blow, with no hesitation or mercy.

Whether in his past life or this one, this was Adam Harper’s first time killing someone.

But for some reason, he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

In a life-and-death struggle, it’s either you or me.

Right now, all he felt was relief that the one lying there wasn’t him.

[Slayed an early-stage Postnatal martial artist, gained 1 Blood Essence, can be used for sacrifice.]

Adam Harper was slightly stunned.