"…Your fist power… has already reached the realm of Logan Lee… able to… Samuel Dawson… Lucas Young… Even Thomas Carter… all died by the gun… but my bullets… can't hurt you… Even if my master came… he wouldn't be your match… I won't say anything. Ah… so this is what dying feels like…"

"Too bad you only have one gun. Back then, Thomas Carter died under twenty-four guns."

Catherine Turner's gaze was hazy like drifting clouds. He extended two fingers and pointed at William Young's heart. William Young's whole body convulsed violently, then his breath ceased.

He was dead.

"Go to hell!" A huge human shadow lunged from behind.

The black brute, who had been thrown to the ground by Catherine Turner's backhand palm, had somehow gotten up and was quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, at this moment, he drew the dagger from the wolf's trouser leg and pounced like a leopard attacking an antelope.

Without even turning his head, Catherine Turner sprang up and struck out with a flick of his hand!

"Side-swing punch," elbow strike! Groin attack!

Smack! A large section of the brute's chest caved in! Clearly, all his ribs had been shattered!

His entire groin, testicles, were smashed into a bloody, indistinct mess of red and white. His whole body was sent flying three feet off the ground, then fell straight to the floor.

He was dead too.

At this moment, although the wolf had lost his fighting ability, he was still breathing and conscious. Seeing Catherine Turner walking toward him, the wolf struggled desperately to move his body.

Catherine Turner slapped the wolf's chest, as if injecting a shot of adrenaline. The wolf immediately regained consciousness.

Catherine Turner was using hidden force to penetrate the pores, stimulating the wolf's nerves, just like an electric pacemaker for the heart.

"Speak, what organization are you from? Why are you working with the CIA? You actually infiltrated the mainland!" Catherine Turner grabbed the wolf's neck, lifting him off the ground, making him struggle desperately.

Catherine Turner questioned him in fluent English.

The wolf closed his eyes, knowing that resistance was useless in the face of such overwhelming power.

Catherine Turner sighed softly, twisted his hand—crack—snapping the wolf's throat and trachea, then tossed the body to the ground.

Chapter Five: The Change in the Temples

Charles Warren was completely absorbed in the "Three-Body Stance" taught by Catherine Turner, focusing all his energy day and night on each vertebra, pushing from head to tail, then exploring from tail to head.

At first, although Catherine Turner had helped him that day to feel each vertebra inch by inch, showing him how to move, how to gently pull the whole body, and Charles Warren had listened attentively, when it came to daily practice, Charles Warren found it very difficult.

Charles Warren first stood for three or four days, but found that his center of gravity never settled on his tailbone, so he couldn't make his body hair stand on end.

The spine is not like the hands or feet; it can't be controlled at will.

After several days, Charles Warren still couldn't grasp the key point. But he wasn't discouraged, instead he tried hard to recall every movement Catherine Turner had taught him that day.

Charles Warren was truly obsessed, to the point that during class every day, he would unconsciously shrug his back, making the chair creak.

"Charles Warren! Are you looking to die, doing weird movements in class every day." One day, an angry voice came from behind Charles Warren.

Charles Warren turned around and saw a girl with big eyes, her delicate face clouded with a hint of resentment.

"What's this classmate's name?" Charles Warren tried hard to recall the name of the girl sitting behind him. After a long while, he only remembered her surname was Cao, and that she seemed to be a class officer, but he just couldn't recall her full name.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Charles Warren didn't want any trouble and immediately apologized.

Seeing Charles Warren apologize, the girl's resentment faded. "Final exams are coming up, and you never study. This time it's the city-wide joint exam for ten schools, with total rankings for each school and class. As class president and study committee member, I have to tell you, you can't drag down our class's overall score."

"Okay, okay…" Hearing the girl's words, with that air of superiority, made Charles Warren uncomfortable, but he was used to it and just nodded repeatedly, stopped moving his body, but in his mind he pondered what Catherine Turner had said: "Unite intention and energy," "Unite energy and strength."

"Studying can't change my fate, but the martial arts Sister Chen taught me might."

Charles Warren was an ordinary person, with a poor family background, which made him quiet and introverted, but that didn't mean he was content with mediocrity.

In fact, deep down, Charles Warren had a strong desire to stand out. It was just that reality had suppressed this wish.

Ever since he happened to meet Catherine Turner, Charles Warren immediately knew he had grabbed onto a lifeline against mediocrity. The world of martial arts that Catherine Turner opened for him was thousands of times more exciting than anything at school.