Harold Sutton gave a slight smile and stepped forward, a trace of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

Last time, Mark Sutton had offended him in the library pavilion, and he had been looking for a chance to teach Mark Sutton a harsh lesson!

He hadn’t expected that today, Mark Sutton would actually walk right up to him, which made him overjoyed.

“Mark Sutton, how many moves do you think you can withstand from me? Three, or just one?”

About to teach Mark Sutton a lesson, Harold Sutton was in a great mood.

Hearing Harold Sutton’s words, Mark Sutton raised a finger and shook it.

“Haha! At least you know yourself! You even know you can only last one move against me.” Harold Sutton laughed loudly.

“No! I mean, to deal with you, I only need one move.”

Mark Sutton shook his head and said calmly.

It wasn’t arrogance— even without using true energy, just relying on his physical strength, he was already far beyond a third-level Qi Refining martial artist, and not much weaker than a fourth-level one.

Just one move!

Exclamations of shock erupted all around, and the looks directed at Mark Sutton were as if they were looking at an idiot.

Even when martial artists of the same level fought, it was impossible to decide the outcome in a single move, let alone when Mark Sutton’s strength was far below Harold Sutton’s.

Defeat Harold Sutton in one move! No one knew whether to call Mark Sutton arrogant or just a fool!

“You only need one move to deal with me?”

Harold Sutton’s face instantly darkened; he hadn’t expected that a loser like Mark Sutton would dare to look down on him like this.

“Today, if I, Harold Sutton, don’t cripple you, I’m not Harold Sutton!”

Boom!

Harold Sutton roared, and four yellow lights flashed behind him as he directly released his martial spirit.

Human-level, fourth-grade martial spirit!

Harold Sutton’s martial spirit was a gray eagle, its eyes sharp and imposing.

After releasing his martial spirit, Harold Sutton’s aura surged.

His third-level Qi Refining cultivation erupted wildly.

“Mark Sutton, prepare to die!”

Harold Sutton shouted, making the first move, his claw striking toward Mark Sutton’s chest.

Harold Sutton used his strongest move right from the start; he wanted to defeat Mark Sutton in a flash, so Mark Sutton could see the gap between them.

He wanted him to realize just how ridiculous his earlier arrogance was!

Mark Sutton raised his hand and punched toward Harold Sutton’s claw.

Mark Sutton didn’t release his martial spirit, nor did he unleash any true energy—this punch was plain and simple.

Seeing this, Harold Sutton couldn’t help but sneer. This loser was so arrogant it was beyond belief. Did he really think such a casual punch could block him? Was that possible?

“Break for me!”

Fierce true energy burst from Harold Sutton’s hand, his five fingers like five silver spears, aiming to crush Mark Sutton’s fist with one claw.

But reality was completely different from what he expected.

When his claw touched Mark Sutton’s fist, he instantly felt a tremendous force surge forth, shaking his hand away and slamming into his chest.

Bang!

Mark Sutton’s fist landed squarely on Harold Sutton’s chest, a violent, beast-like power erupting, accompanied by the cracking sound of breaking ribs. Harold Sutton was sent flying five or six meters, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The scene fell silent, everyone’s gaze frozen in place.

Mark Sutton had defeated Harold Sutton with a single punch?

The Fourth Elder, 苏泰, stared blankly at Harold Sutton lying on the ground!

“How is this possible… how is this possible?”

Harold Sutton simply couldn’t accept this reality. His face twisted as he roared, but after just a couple of shouts, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

“You keep calling me trash and useless, but now you can’t even take one punch from me. Doesn’t that make you even worse than trash?”

Mark Sutton walked up to Harold Sutton, looking down at him from above, and mocked.

“You…!” Harold Sutton’s face turned ashen, overwhelmed with shame and anger.

“And you, Fourth Elder, do you still think I’m useless? The genius you all value so much, Harold Sutton, can’t even take one move from me—so what does that make him?”

Lifting his head, Mark Sutton glanced at the Fourth Elder and spoke.

“It was just a lucky win over Harold Sutton, what’s there to be proud of!”

The Fourth Elder’s face was extremely ugly as he said, “There are only two months left until the year-end clan gathering. Then you’ll see the strength of the clan’s top geniuses. With your little bit of strength, you’re not worth mentioning at all.”

“Lucky, huh?” Mark Sutton smiled slightly and said, “I’ve always been pretty lucky. Maybe at the year-end clan gathering, I’ll ‘luckily’ get a good ranking too.”

With that, Mark Sutton said no more and turned to leave.

Chapter 9: The Purple Gold Pavilion

In the courtyard.

Mark Sutton’s fists moved continuously, the wind from his punches howling, fist shadows flying everywhere.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The sound of air being shaken echoed without end as Mark Sutton kept punching, completely immersed in his boxing technique.

Mark Sutton imagined himself as a vast ocean, the true energy within him as the water, and the force of his punches as the surging waves, endlessly crashing forth.

After a long while, Mark Sutton stopped and stood still.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mark Sutton sat down in the courtyard.

In his cultivation of the Ninefold Sea Wave Fist, Mark Sutton had made rapid progress. In just two days, he had reached the mastery stage.

The Ninefold Sea Wave Fist: three layers of force for entry, five for minor achievement, seven for mastery. Now, when Mark Sutton threw a punch, he could unleash seven layers of force, and was not far from the perfection of nine layers.