William Newman's hands had both turned a bluish-black, with wisps of blue smoke occasionally drifting out from between his fingers.

His sleeves exploded apart along his arms, and threads of blue electric light, like tiny spirit snakes, seemed to slither beneath the bare skin of his arms.

More and more lightning gathered, repeatedly converging and penetrating, now weaving together into threads within his body.

"Thud, thud!"

William Newman kept retreating. Under Charles Newman's onslaught, each time he raised his hands, his movements grew increasingly stiff and weak.

He was completely oblivious to pain. Though sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes shone like bright stars in the night, filled with a deep and mysterious meaning.

"You're finished! Hahaha!"

Charles Newman laughed excitedly, his lightning-wreathed fist bypassing William Newman's stiff arms and slamming fiercely toward his chest.

"No!" Samuel Woods instinctively called out.

"Charles Newman, stop!" Benjamin Newman couldn't help but shout as well.

On the high platform, David Newman's face was covered in sweat, panting heavily, seeming even more exhausted than William Newman.

His gaze was as dark as water, fixed intently on the composed Eric Newman below, as if waiting to hear a word of intervention from him.

But Eric Newman remained silent throughout.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

William Newman's heartbeat grew faster and louder. As Charles Newman's fist was about to strike his chest, he felt as if a surge of power was about to burst forth from within.

But when he tried to harness this power, he couldn't sense it at all, completely at a loss.

All he could feel was pain and stiffness throughout his body. A wave of despair and anger welled up in him—anger at the uncooperative power within.

"Thump thump! Thump thump thump!"

Under the shroud of this agitation and despair, his heartbeat quickened once more!

He didn't realize that, amid the crackling lightning, his heart was now beating at twice its usual rate!

At that moment, it was as if a cheer erupted from his flesh and organs! The residual lightning left in his body by Charles Newman could no longer affect him in the slightest!

A surging brute force suddenly burst forth from his flesh!

"Whoosh!"

He struck out in a flash, and before Charles Newman's fist could hit his chest, he precisely grabbed Charles Newman's wrist.

Charles Newman's hand was only half an inch from his chest, but could move no further!

Charles Newman's momentum was abruptly halted, and the excitement on his face turned to confusion, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

In the next instant, William Newman suddenly lifted his leg and kicked Charles Newman hard in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Charles Newman's hand was still gripped tightly, preventing him from breaking free. With the force of that kick, Charles Newman's lower body swung up into the air like a pendulum.

As Charles Newman's lower body flew upward, inertia pulled him back down, and William Newman's retracted leg, with a knee strike, slammed fiercely into the underside of Charles Newman's ribcage.

"Crack! Aaargh!"

The sound of breaking bones and Charles Newman's pig-like scream rang out almost simultaneously.

Only then did he release Charles Newman's hand, pausing with a strange look in his eyes, trying to calmly search for the source of that sudden brute strength.

However, as the crisis passed and his mood shifted, his heartbeat, which had suddenly doubled, gradually returned to normal.

The surge of power that had just erupted seemed to dissipate instantly throughout his body, impossible to sense again.

"Strange..."

William Newman didn't even glance at Charles Newman, his brows tightly furrowed, completely absorbed in his own world.

Meanwhile, Charles Newman's body convulsed, curled up on the ground like a human shrimp, letting out ear-piercing wails that shook the eardrums.

"Uh..." Benjamin Newman was utterly stunned.

"How could this happen?" Samuel Woods stared blankly at the pensive William Newman and the still-wailing Charles Newman, his expression bewildered.

All the young members of the Nie family watching were shocked and at a loss as the situation was suddenly reversed.

Matthew Newman, who had previously clamored to teach William Newman a lesson after Charles Newman, now looked at the utterly miserable Charles Newman with fear in his eyes, quietly shrinking back.

At this moment, the bluish-black fists of William Newman, still emitting blue smoke, standing tall and straight, formed a stark contrast with Charles Newman, who lay on the ground, wailing so loudly it shook the heavens.

In that instant, deep within his heart, William Newman seemed to leave an eternal shadow.

On the high stone platform, after the extreme sorrow and joy, David Newman looked utterly drained, his emaciated body barely able to stand with the support of the stone dais.

His eyes, as if rekindled with life, stared fixedly at William Newman, shining with a strange light.

Chapter 7: The Price of Victory!

"Insolence!"

Seeing his grandson gravely injured and collapsed, Eric Newman could no longer restrain himself and suddenly rushed out.

A flash of lightning streaked by, and Eric Newman appeared beside Charles Newman. He crouched down, lifted Charles Newman up, and placed a large hand on Charles Newman's waist, abdomen, and ribcage.

Charles Newman felt a warm current of spiritual power gently flowing through his ribcage, instantly easing his pain. He couldn't help but call out in a choked voice, "Grandpa..."