Jason Clark couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him; he knew that if he didn’t defeat the beast in front of him today, he could forget about doing anything else.

He completely ignored the other students in the martial arena.

With a sudden burst of power under his feet, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, lunging at Amory. The instant his foot landed, he twisted his waist and punched—basic boxing technique: [Thrust Punch]!

Amory’s eyes lit up. He also twisted his waist and punched—the same [Thrust Punch]!

The two fists collided directly, without any flourish.

Bang!

It was as if a pocket of air exploded; the solid sound of flesh and bone colliding made the onlooking students gasp.

Both figures staggered back three steps in unison.

The crowd of freshmen, who had just been in an uproar, suddenly seemed to have their throats squeezed shut. All sounds stopped abruptly as they stared blankly at the arena.

Evenly matched...

That punch was actually evenly matched...

How could this be... how could this be!

Beast Academy... Mad Bull Amory... ranked seventh... evenly matched...

Amory’s eyes grew even brighter. He knew that, in fact, he had fallen behind in that exchange. In terms of pure strength, he was superior to Jason Clark, but when their fists collided directly, they were evenly matched.

This meant that Jason Clark’s power in that [Thrust Punch] was even more solid than his!

Truly worthy of being the perfect foundation Tang...

At this moment, Jason Clark was like a leopard, his gaze focused and expression fierce. Although he usually looked lazy and indifferent, once a fight started, he became completely absorbed, with only one thought in his mind: take down his opponent!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce sounds of fists and feet clashing rang out continuously.

The entire martial arena was captivated by this intense battle. Amory’s body was incredibly strong, his bulging muscles like those of a powerful bull. Meanwhile, Jason Clark, after five years of training in basic martial arts, had every part of his body thoroughly tempered. His tall, well-proportioned frame radiated explosive power.

Basic martial arts lacked flashy techniques; every move was simple. Yet in their hands, these moves were full of destructive force.

Every strike from Amory was fierce and unmatched, using brute force to overcome skill.

Jason Clark’s attacks, on the other hand, were crisp and decisive, his power often erupting in an instant. The combinations and variations of several basic techniques were also far richer than Amory’s.

The fight was extremely intense, every punch landing solidly. The onlooking students had gone from initial shock to being pale-faced. The astonishing power and speed, the straightforward techniques—there was nothing pleasing to the eye, but the sense of impact was overwhelming.

If I faced such a storm-like assault, I’d have been knocked down long ago! The new students who had just enrolled were completely dumbfounded.

Was this the so-called useless basic martial arts?

Jason Clark paid no attention to the gazes around him; in his eyes, there was only the mad bull before him.

Amory’s basic martial arts were far stronger than in previous bouts. This didn’t surprise Jason Clark; after all, Amory’s level was much higher, and as long as he put in the time, there would be no obstacles in mastering basic techniques.

To have five years of basic training caught up to by someone in a short time would have discouraged most people.

But Jason Clark felt no discouragement at all. Right now, his mind was filled with one thing: this dumb bull actually dared to make a move on Qianhui!

Dumb bull, you’re dead!

Section Four: Sudden Change

The furious Jason Clark felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, and his attacks grew faster and faster. Every move of the basic martial arts was extremely simple. After hundreds of thousands of repetitions, every action had become instinct for Jason Clark.

His hands moved even faster than his mind could react.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Amory’s gaze also became fiery. He could clearly feel that Jason Clark’s speed was increasing.

Truly worthy of being the perfect foundation Tang!

At this moment, Jason Clark’s speed had reached the theoretical limit of basic martial arts. The afterimage of the previous move had not yet faded before a new afterimage appeared in the air.

One after another, the afterimages surged like a rising flood, threatening to drown Amory.

Amory grew even more excited—this was the first time he had seen someone reach the theoretical limit.

His interest in Jason Clark was not out of boredom. From the first time he felt the thrill of a worthy opponent, to their first fight, to Amory coming back again and again, each time he benefited greatly.

No one was interested in basic martial arts. Before meeting Jason Clark, he wasn’t interested either.

Everyone knew that cultivation methods were more important than techniques, and high-level techniques were more important than low-level ones.

As long as one’s true power increased, it was easy to learn techniques through soul general cards. Spending time on low-level techniques was considered foolish. Amory himself practiced a third-level earth technique, [Earth Fissure Slash].

The first time he met Jason Clark, feeling the thrill of the hunt, Amory used basic techniques to spar with Jason Clark, and was utterly defeated without suspense.

It was the first time Amory had been beaten so badly. Even against Beast Academy’s top expert William Ford, he had never been so embarrassed.