Seeing Henry Bennett summon what might be the smallest evolution armor in history, Gregory put on a fake look of sympathy: “My dear junior, you’re so weak, I almost can’t bear to fight you…” His expression suddenly turned ferocious: “But you insulted me in front of so many classmates, and I will absolutely not let you off. Today’s lesson is just to make you understand: if you have no strength, don’t meddle in other people’s business, or it will be very dangerous! Take this—Gregory’s guardian spirit—Vajra Arms!”

Gregory crossed his arms in front of his chest in an X shape, a surge of dark green armor energy flooding his arms. The massive accumulation of armor energy turned his arms from dark green to deep black, as pitch-black as the night on Giant 6.

The power gathering between his arms had already reached his limit. Gregory suddenly slashed with both arms, using them like blades, sending two dark green light trails sweeping alternately toward Henry Bennett, who hadn’t even reacted yet. The hurricane stirred up by his arms and the light trails twisted the air on the dueling platform, creating a somewhat hallucinatory effect.

It seemed Henry Bennett couldn’t figure out where Gregory’s main attack was aimed, so he just stood there dumbfounded, unmoving, letting the raging energy—enough to tear him to pieces—come crashing toward him.

Seeing Gregory use his trump card “Vajra Arms” right from the start, even Mr. Thompson couldn’t help but start to feel sorry for Henry Bennett—the weak often win people’s sympathy, and since Mr. Thompson had no direct interest at stake with Henry Bennett, he naturally sympathized with this poor student whose armor energy radiation value was zero. After taking this blow, his evolution armor would probably be completely shattered. With his armor energy radiation index at zero, once his evolution armor was destroyed, it likely couldn’t be rebuilt. In other words, his evolution armor would be “dead,” and he would never have a chance to become an evolution warrior.

Mr. Thompson hesitated about whether to rush in and save Henry Bennett, but considering Gregory’s family background, he didn’t dare act rashly. He glanced at Kate beside him: Henry Bennett was her student—if she wasn’t stepping in, why should he meddle? Mr. Thompson turned his gaze away, unable to bear watching the moment when Henry Bennett’s evolution armor would be shattered.

“Henry Bennett!” Sophia and James Harris shouted together, both rushing forward without hesitation, only to crash with a “bang” into a transparent energy shield and be bounced back—their strength wasn’t enough to break through this interference-preventing energy barrier.

A trace of confusion appeared in Henry Bennett’s eyes. The oncoming, pitch-black tide surged unpredictably, up and down, left and right, making it impossible for him to grasp where Gregory’s main attack was. Sometimes, being in the midst of things makes it harder to see clearly than being an outsider.

“Kid, remember this—I’ll only teach you once!” The voice of Achilles, who had just vanished without a trace, suddenly appeared. As his voice sounded, Henry Bennett suddenly found himself back in that bright white space where the armor fused: all around was dazzling, blinding white—nothing but white.

Directly in front of him, Gregory was swinging his arms, bringing a dark green energy onslaught toward him. But compared to before, Gregory’s speed was several times slower, and Henry Bennett could clearly distinguish every small movement he made.

While attacking in a straight line, Gregory’s arms kept trembling. With each tremor, a wisp of pitch-black energy drifted into the air. It was precisely this little trick—these seemingly wasted wisps of energy—that interfered with Henry Bennett’s vision, making it impossible for him to judge where Gregory’s attack was really aimed.

“Speed isn’t the key,” Achilles’s voice sounded. Henry Bennett quickly asked, “Then what is the key?”

“Weakness,” said Achilles. “Every evolution armor, no matter how powerful or advanced, has its own weakness. As long as you can find it, even an enemy many times stronger than you can be defeated with a single blow!”

“Weakness…” Henry Bennett seemed to understand. In this world, time slowed down, and he could think carefully, savoring the meaning of Achilles’s words.

“I think I’m starting to get it,” Henry Bennett said.

“Look at the enemy before you—where is his weakness?” Understanding and actually putting it into practice were still far apart. Henry Bennett looked at the ever-approaching Gregory and slowly shook his head: “I can’t find it…”

“Idiot!” Achilles scolded angrily. “Forget it, just remember this feeling, and figure it out for yourself next time.” “What did you say?”

Before Henry Bennett could react, he suddenly felt himself enter a strange state. In this state, he could see every move Gregory made with perfect clarity. Every slight tremor, even the twitch of a single hair on his legs, could not escape Henry Bennett’s perception.

At the same time, the previously uniformly pitch-black evolution armor of Gregory suddenly appeared uneven in thickness to his eyes—some places were thick, some thin. The thin spots were naturally the weak points.

“Remember to make use of your armor!” Achilles’s reminder made Henry Bennett suddenly realize that this sensation actually came from that milky-white armor!