“Sigh, I really didn’t even have time to agree.” Frank Bennett let out a sigh.

“Fine, Charles Bennett, William Bennett, remember this.” Stephen Bennett snorted angrily, picked up his son Richard Bennett, jumped off the arena, and hurried home.

“Tomorrow morning, the first match will be moved up to today. William Bennett versus Richard Bennett, William Bennett wins.” Frank Bennett’s weak voice came through. Other than the branch of Charles Bennett applauding, there was no applause at the scene.

“Sigh, this is boring. Let’s go and come back tomorrow.” Andrew Carter stood up and left with his people without even greeting Robert Bennett, the head of the family.

“William Bennett, you sure have some brute strength, hehehe…” Unexpectedly, a silvery laugh rang out at this moment—it was, of course, the The Bennett Family’s female prodigy, Grace Bennett, laughing. From her laughter, it was hard to tell if it was mocking or had some other “flavor.”

Grace Bennett was a bronze-level disciple, and along with Thomas Bennett, was one of the two most outstanding geniuses of the The Bennett Residence. She was also the granddaughter of the Grand Elder of Law Enforcement, Andrew Bennett, a pride of the The Bennett Residence.

“Heh, having brute strength isn’t bad either. Please call me Brute Force Ye.” William Bennett smiled calmly, his handsome demeanor dazzling the eyes of dozens of female disciples from the The Bennett Residence.

“Who would have thought this good-for-nothing would look so handsome when he smiles.”

“Yeah, the smile of a loser is indeed strange.”

“It’s just a bit of brute strength. He won’t be able to smile when he faces James Bennett tomorrow.”

“Richard Bennett really is hopeless, what second dark horse, he’s nothing at all.”

“‘Brute Force Ye’ is truly today’s most unbelievable dark horse.”

“Brute Force Ye, Brute Force brother, Emily Bennett is leaving.” Emily Bennett said with a gentle smile. Although she was plain-looking, she had a unique charm and style.

“Juntian, well done, you truly are my son.” As soon as they got home, William Bennett naturally received a hero’s welcome. His father, Charles Bennett, gave him a hearty punch in front of everyone.

“Dad, you’re at the peak of the ‘Human Martial Realm.’” William Bennett grimaced in pain and staggered back.

“Hahaha, you’re ‘Brute Force Ye,’ aren’t you? This body of yours can take it.” Charles Bennett rarely smiled, then said, “Tomorrow you’ll be fighting James Bennett and Jason Bennett, so you need to be even more careful.”

“Dad, didn’t you notice any changes in my body?” William Bennett asked.

“What changes? No matter what, you’re still my son.” Charles Bennett misunderstood.

“I mean the bloodline vibration?” William Bennett was a bit puzzled. It seemed that his father, as well as the clan leader and others at the Earth Martial Realm, all believed he had succeeded purely through brute strength. They hadn’t noticed that he could now vibrate two bloodlines.

That was odd. It was said that some special bloodline cultivation techniques could conceal blood energy and hide bloodline vibrations. However, those several minor realms above you should still be able to sense it. For example, The Carter Family’s Andrew Carter was a second-grade Earth Martial Realm expert, at least ten minor realms above him. Could it be that guy had already noticed but just kept quiet?

“Sigh, if only you could vibrate your bloodline and truly enter the ‘Pulse Realm.’” Charles Bennett suddenly became a bit despondent.

“Could I really have such strength relying only on my body without vibrating my bloodline?” William Bennett smiled mysteriously.

“Could it be… could it be, you can vibrate your bloodline now?” Charles Bennett opened his mouth wide in disbelief, then shook his head and said, “The ‘blood root’ test was ‘0.’ Without a blood root, it means you don’t have a martial bloodline at all, so how could you vibrate your pulse?”

“Dad, feel it for yourself.” William Bennett activated his bloodline vibration. With some doubt, Charles Bennett reached out and placed his hand on William Bennett’s body. Soon, Charles Bennett’s body actually began to tremble violently.

His expression shifted from despondent to puzzled, to delighted, to shocked, and finally to ecstatic. He punched William Bennett and scolded, “You little brat, you even kept this from your old man!”

Chapter 009: The Old Prince

Because he couldn’t sense it before, but after touching him, Charles Bennett vaguely felt two bloodlines pulsing inside his son’s body. Of course, bloodlines could be said to “pulse,” but that was only relatively speaking. That kind of “vibration” was something ordinary people simply couldn’t detect.

“Shh, Dad, tell me, isn’t this my biggest secret?” William Bennett stood there smiling.

“Mm, mm, mm, you absolutely can’t tell anyone else. Not even your brother or your mother. Now that I know, that’s enough.” Charles Bennett became excited. In the blink of an eye, his expression turned deep and distant. Soon after, it became solemn and stiff, and then, surprisingly, filled with a sense of sorrow.

He rubbed his hands and began pacing around the main hall, seeming a bit anxious and uneasy.

William Bennett also stood silently, but in his heart, he didn’t understand—his father should be happy, so why did he become like this?

After a full half hour, Charles Bennett’s expression became more solemn than ever. Clenching his fist, as if making a monumental decision, he pulled his son and said, “Come with me.”

The father and son quietly left Qingxiao Manor. After about ten minutes, Charles Bennett stopped. William Bennett looked up—wasn’t this their old family residence?