Grace Thompson glanced at her shoulder as she gathered her strength, and when she lunged forward, he sidestepped, seized with his right hand, and precisely locked onto her wrist.

Just as he was about to use his arm to fling her away, Coral's wrist suddenly twisted, forcefully breaking free from Grace Thompson's grip.

Riding the momentum of her lunge, as she was about to pass by Grace Thompson, she twisted her waist, spun her body sharply, and her long right leg reversed in a 180-degree arc, swinging high like a battle axe, chopping down toward his head.

The strength of the leg far surpassed that of the arm.

Especially during the earlier contact, Grace Thompson keenly noticed that the strength of this body...

Seemed to be inferior to Coral!

Inferior to a woman!

So, facing her axe-like descending kick, Grace Thompson advanced instead of retreating.

Power surged from his feet.

His body moved in an unbelievable way—just as Coral's explosive kick was about to reach its peak, he crashed forward, his shoulder slamming into her thigh first, and his right hand, following the momentum, gave a fierce push...

Even without using his full strength, Coral, weighing over sixty kilograms, was still pushed three or four meters away by Grace Thompson.

However, the airborne Coral did not crash to the ground. Instead, she twisted her body, spun in midair to dissipate the force, landed lightly on her right foot, took three steps back to absorb the impact, and regained her balance.

"Thank you for letting me win."

Grace Thompson said calmly.

"It's not over yet, let's go again."

Coral was a bit unwilling to admit defeat and was about to step forward again.

"Enough."

At this moment, James Sullivan spoke up, stopping Coral's impulsiveness: "You were just testing your skills with Grace Thompson so I could gauge his strength. There's no need to determine a winner or loser."

After speaking, he looked at Grace Thompson, his eyes scrutinizing: "Have you had real combat experience?"

"After graduating from middle school, I thought I had achieved something, got bold, ventured deep into the mountains, and fought a lone wolf."

Grace Thompson replied.

James Sullivan listened, smiled slightly, not showing whether he believed it or not, and didn't press further. He only said, "Looks like you really stopped training for a long time. Otherwise, with your skill and technique, your physique wouldn't be this ordinary."

Grace Thompson nodded.

This body had only been training for half a month.

Now, it was just a bit better than an average person.

"Come, let's test your physical strength and vitality."

As James Sullivan spoke, he tossed over a device resembling a wristwatch: "Physical strength and vitality are the foundation of a martial artist! No matter how deep your understanding and application of force, it's no match for the overwhelming advantage brought by a strong physique and vitality. Why can't even a Grandmaster of Gang Force defeat a Star Refiner who hasn't mastered force? Why don't even Martial Saints with Divine Force dare to face a novice Star Refiner head-on? It's because their vitality easily exceeds a hundred—there's no contest."

"A vitality tester?"

Grace Thompson looked at the watch-like device.

In this world where martial arts flourished, related industries and products were constantly emerging.

Wearing this device, when you unleash the most vitality-stirring punches or movements, it can measure your physical strength.

A must-have for martial artists.

Depending on the manufacturer, even the cheapest ones cost over a million.

Enough to buy two apartments in Canglong City.

He put on the device but did not perform any punches.

Instead, he took a deep breath.

As he inhaled, his internal organs seemed to tremble slightly, emitting a low-frequency sound wave almost undetectable to the human ear.

This scene immediately made James Sullivan show a look of surprise.

"Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound!? Your force has shifted from overt to covert!?"

Even the unwilling Coral was slightly stunned, the unwillingness in her eyes easing a bit.

Dozens of seconds later, Grace Thompson stopped the internal resonance.

After the numbers on the device fluctuated for a while, they finally settled at 16.

"Sixteen, huh. The Starshine Company's vitality tester only fluctuates by 1–3 points. Looks like you really have been neglecting your training. Otherwise, with your level of covert force, your score shouldn't be this low."

James Sullivan said.

Grace Thompson had learned about the gradations of "vitality" in this world.

Ordinary people's vitality and physique range from 10 to 20.

Martial artists who train in force can reach 20 to 30, and those masters and grandmasters who form internal energy or even exhale to form Gang Force often break through 30.

As for those above 40, they are all exceptionally gifted individuals.

The highest record a martial artist has ever achieved is 49, measured by a two-meter-three-tall, naturally strong Dan Force Grandmaster of the Central Dynasty.

Though only a Dan Force Grandmaster, with such powerful vitality and physique, even a Martial Saint could be beaten to death by him.

"I am indeed out of practice."

Grace Thompson returned the tester.

"You heard what Coral said earlier. I founded Changfeng Martial Arts Hall mainly to deal with relatives and friends sending people my way. I don't interfere with the students."

James Sullivan said bluntly, "I want to push forward on the path of cultivation, to witness the realm of Gang Force and even the Martial Saint with Divine Force. I don't have much time to teach disciples, and you're no beginner. With your understanding and application of force, even Sophia Miller probably can't teach you much. Once you restore your vitality, stepping into covert force won't be difficult."

Beside him, Benjamin Sullivan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't bring himself to be generous with someone else's resources, so he kept silent.