Thunder Fist, as powerful as rolling thunder—when cultivated to the extreme, it can unleash a booming sound like thunder exploding.

William Carter had once trained to the point of producing the sound of eight thunders.

Although he was only one step away from reaching the level of nine thunders, the difference in power between the two was worlds apart.

With only the strength of the third wheel in the Qi Wheel Realm, he didn’t expect to immediately reach the level of eight thunders; being able to unleash the power of two thunders was enough to satisfy him.

With his qi sinking into his dantian, his legs slightly bent, he positioned his hands—one in front, one behind—in the shape of the character “eight.”

As he took small, quick steps forward, his hands alternated, pushing and shifting his fist stance.

The flurry of fist shadows swept through the space like autumn wind scattering leaves, nearly filling the entire area as he leapt about.

Within him, his martial soul, shaped like a seed, also began to pulse rhythmically at this moment.

Sometimes the pulsing was strong, sometimes weak. But every pulse marked the best moment to strike.

To master the perfect timing for Thunder Fist, William Carter had suffered quite a bit.

When his martial soul pulsed with varying strength at the optimal moment to strike, it immediately caught his attention.

“Could it be that not every punch should be thrown with maximum force?”

After completing a smooth set of fist techniques, without hearing the familiar muffled sound, he frowned.

Then, he began to control the strength of his punches according to the intensity of his martial soul’s pulsing.

“Let the hand stick to the clothes, and strike with the flow!”

When the martial soul pulsed most strongly, he used his greatest strength and threw a punch.

“Pa!”

A faint muffled sound came from between his clothes and arm.

“So that’s it! Again!”

Hearing this muffled thunder, he then, when the martial soul pulsed weakest, used less strength and threw another punch.

“Pa pa!”

After the punch, two muffled thunderclaps indeed sounded.

These two sounds convinced him that the rhythm of his martial soul’s pulsing was the rhythm for cultivating Thunder Fist.

“Again!”

The two sounds made him extremely happy. When he previously trained Thunder Fist, even after mastering the best timing, it had taken him at least three months to produce two muffled sounds.

And that was only when he was about to break through to the fourth wheel of the Qi Wheel Realm.

Unlike now, where after just a short while of practice, he had already produced two thunders.

At this rate, could he soon recover to the level of eight thundering blasts he once had?

The scorching sun hung high above the empty riverside.

William Carter tirelessly jumped and punched, sweat the size of beans constantly streaming down his cheeks, soaking the ground.

By the time he had practiced over five hundred times, the two thunders produced by a punch finally became three.

“Very good! Three thunders!” William Carter nodded in satisfaction, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued training.

“Damn it, where did that loser hide? Loser, you’d better not let me see you, or I’ll kill you!”

Samuel Carter appeared, cursing, on a hill not far from where William Carter was training.

He swung his arms as he walked.

Clearly, he had spent quite some effort searching for William Carter.

The moment he saw William Carter, his eyes lit up, and then he excitedly ran toward William Carter.

Yesterday, after being driven away by Grace Turner, he had sulked in his room to train, but luckily managed to break through to the third wheel of the Qi Wheel Realm.

That’s why he came looking for William Carter early this morning.

To avoid drawing attention, Samuel Carter chose to come alone to find William Carter, but after searching hill after hill, he hadn’t found him—until now… finally!

A malicious grin appeared on Samuel Carter’s face as he rolled up his sleeves and shouted orders while running madly toward William Carter: “Loser, let’s see where you run this time! Grace Turner is still training at the clan’s martial hall—just wait till I break your legs…”

William Carter slowly adjusted his fist stance, fully immersed in the comprehension of his martial arts, and without even looking at the other, said, “Idiot, I don’t have time for you. Get lost…”

Now that he finally had the chance to train, William Carter had no time to bother with anyone else.

Idiot? The veins on Samuel Carter’s forehead bulged, and his anger flared. This piece of trash actually dared to call me trash again and again? Today I’ll definitely break his leg and teach him a lesson.

Samuel Carter’s grin became even more twisted as he shook his neck lightly: “Loser, looks like you’re itching for a beating!”

“Looks like you’ve forgotten how I chased you all over the mountain with a hatchet last time.” William Carter put away his fist stance, bent down, and picked up a rusty hatchet lying near his feet. “Looks like I’ll have to remind you…”

Samuel Carter’s facial muscles twitched. William Carter’s cultivation might be gone, but his martial instincts remained. Back when Samuel Carter was at the second wheel, William Carter could spot his openings with a hatchet and chase him all over the mountain, making him the laughingstock of the clan.

“You just had to bring that up!” Samuel Carter clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, his eyes filled with a sinister smile. “Loser, I’m at the third wheel now—let’s see how you chop me! Even with a hatchet, I’ll have you on the ground before you can even draw it!”

“Kneel!”