Although everyone felt a bit uneasy about Nathaniel Clark, since Nathaniel Clark could lift five hundred jin, there was no need to make enemies even if they didn’t want to befriend him.

But if he went to eat with Nathaniel Clark, what would the others think of him?

“My stomach hurts a bit, so… I’ve already paid, Nathaniel Clark, if you want to eat, just go by yourself.”

“That’s really a pity. Don’t worry, I won’t let Mr. King’s money go to waste.”

Nathaniel Clark looked at the departing figure of David King and murmured, “Mr. King is truly a good person.”

……

……

The next day, the weather was clear.

Sunlight bathed everything as Nathaniel Clark and the others stood on the training ground, their eyes filled with excitement as they looked at James Foster.

“After three months of martial arts training, your strength has already surpassed that of ordinary people. But brute strength alone isn’t enough. A true martial artist must learn to control their power and bring out their full potential.”

Nathaniel Clark agreed with James Foster’s words in his heart. The strength they had now was, to put it bluntly, just weightlifting strength. In his previous life, an ordinary person’s punch was at most twice as strong as their weightlifting capacity.

But a professional boxer, through training in power, speed, and the coordination of all their muscles, could unleash three times their weightlifting strength.

“Starting today, I will teach you the ‘Bull Demon Fist.’ Watch closely.”

As soon as he finished speaking, James Foster stood tall, and his entire aura changed in that instant. As he stepped forward with his right foot, Nathaniel Clark and the others felt as if they saw a massive, wild bull raising its hoof and charging at them.

Two students instinctively took a few steps back. James Foster twisted his waist and hips, sidestepped, and then swung his long arm. His arm even made a cracking sound, chilling to the bone.

Bang!

No one noticed when James Foster had already moved five meters away, and his fist landed on the thousand-jin stone block beside the training ground.

Stone chips flew everywhere, and many students were hit by them, but at this moment, none of them cared about the pain. Their eyes were fixed on the stone block, their breathing growing rapid.

The stone block shattered into more than a dozen pieces!

“Holy crap!”

Nathaniel Clark couldn’t help but exclaim, his eyes wide open. Although the original host’s father was also a martial artist, he had never demonstrated martial arts in front of the original host.

“No wonder the Great Liang Dynasty only wants martial artists. If even a school instructor has this kind of strength, who needs scholars or reasoning? Ruling by ‘martial virtue’ is enough.”

After Nathaniel Clark’s exclamation of “Holy crap,” the other students all looked at him, including James Foster.

Although they didn’t know what “Holy crap” meant, they did know what “crap” implied, and it wasn’t something polite.

Seeing this, Nathaniel Clark quickly added, “Strength to move mountains and unmatched spirit—Instructor, I was just too excited and got a bit carried away.”

Strength to move mountains and unmatched spirit?

James Foster repeated Nathaniel Clark’s words. It sounded pleasing, but he still said, “Don’t talk nonsense. Only the founding emperor of our dynasty could move mountains.”

“Yes, Instructor, I know my mistake and won’t speak carelessly again.”

James Foster glanced at the excited crowd. He had been through this himself and knew what the students were thinking, so he didn’t waste time and said directly, “If you master the Bull Demon Fist, your punching power can reach ten times your strength. Even at a basic level, it can be five times.”

“From today on, besides practicing the last three levels of the ‘Bull Demon Strength,’ you’ll also train in the ‘Bull Demon Fist.’”

For the next half hour, James Foster taught Nathaniel Clark and the other students the last three levels of the Bull Demon Strength and all the moves of the Bull Demon Fist.

A true teaching can be summed up in a single sentence, while a fake scripture fills a whole book.

The formulas for the last three levels of the Bull Demon Fist weren’t many, so everyone memorized them quickly. As for the fist techniques, those couldn’t be mastered overnight—it would be a long-term process.

After James Foster left, the other students returned to their dorms. After a round of eliminations, the remaining fourteen students could each have their own room.

Before returning to his dorm, Nathaniel Clark went to the gatehouse and wrote two letters.

One to Old Aunt, and one to Chief Harris.

He gave the gatekeeper a hundred coins and asked him to help send five taels of silver home.

That was all the silver he had left.

Nathaniel Clark knew that the other students definitely wouldn’t let him fetch water anymore. Without money, even if herbs and meat were cheap, he couldn’t afford them.

For the next three months, he would take things easy.

Taking it easy didn’t mean he wouldn’t practice martial arts or boxing, just that he wouldn’t set any goals for himself.

He had already achieved his goal. Now, he just had to wait for the six months to be up and then join the yamen for a government job.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay at the academy longer—objective conditions just didn’t allow it.

At home, there was only Old Aunt. He had to earn money to support his family, and there was no way to make money at the academy.

Secondly, his martial arts talent wasn’t high enough to stand out. The energy from the longevity fruit could only help him make steady progress.

After six months, when he left the academy, with the connection to Chief Harris, he could be assigned to a lucrative post. Taking things step by step was the safest approach.

The wind that a youth rides is more precious than gold.

Because youth never comes again, and life is limited.

Now, he held the wind in his left hand and gold in his right.

With both trump cards in hand and a perfect starting hand, as long as he played it steady, he wouldn’t lose.