Brian Carter knew this fat guy—he was his uncle’s son, also his cousin, named David Clark.

In fact, this uncle was also a distant relative. But no matter who he was, Brian Carter wouldn’t show any courtesy.

“You little idiot, damn it, let go of me right now!”

The dark, chubby David Clark was more than a head taller than Brian Carter, and his arms were almost as thick as Brian Carter’s thighs. With a single pull, he not only yanked Brian Carter up from the ground, but almost twisted Brian Carter’s fingers off.

Brian Carter sighed inwardly—this body was just too weak.

In his previous life, he had always relied on his powerful alloy bones to utterly crush his enemies.

He never expected that here, he’d be overpowered by a little kid.

“Just wait till my titanium-alloy bones are reshaped—I’ll beat you till you cry for your mother!”

Brian Carter swore to himself, and let go of his grip. He was a grandmaster of martial arts, an invincible war god, with a wealth of combat experience.

Since he was weaker, he naturally wouldn’t go head-to-head with the other.

David Clark snatched the cornbread, a look of pride appearing on his face. Just as he was about to teach the “idiot” another harsh lesson, he saw Brian Carter suddenly raise his hand and swipe at his eyes.

“Ah…” David Clark hadn’t expected the “idiot” to actually dare hit him. Startled, he quickly turned his head to dodge, raising his hand to block.

Everyone in the Tie Lin tribe—thousands of people—practiced martial arts. Though David Clark was young, he was strong and his boxing skills were quite good.

Caught off guard, his mind hadn’t reacted yet, but his body instinctively responded correctly.

Brian Carter’s body was thin and weak, not very strong or fast. But his mind was that of a powerful martial arts grandmaster.

Even if he wasn’t familiar with this world’s martial arts, the human body’s structure already determined some basic principles of close combat.

Someone as young as David Clark couldn’t possibly possess strength beyond his physical limits. So, as soon as David Clark’s shoulder moved, Brian Carter had already predicted his next move.

At such close range, and with Brian Carter launching a deliberate sneak attack, there was no way he’d miss.

With a slight flick of his wrist, his fingertips lashed out like a whip, striking David Clark’s eye first.

He used a bit of the short-range power from Wing Chun, combined with the shaking force of Tai Chi spear techniques.

Though this body was weak, his method of exerting force was extremely skillful—quick and subtle.

If he’d used his full strength, he could have blinded both of David Clark’s eyes.

Even so, David Clark couldn’t take it. He felt a burning, stabbing pain in his eyes and couldn’t see a thing.

He didn’t dare open his eyes at all. Terrified, he opened his mouth to scream.

Brian Carter was ready for this—he quickly reached out and propped up David Clark’s chin, forcing his mouth shut.

This move was so fast that David Clark couldn’t even cry out. His upper and lower teeth snapped together, biting his own tongue.

The tongue is so delicate—David Clark hissed in pain, sucking in cold air, but couldn’t make a sound.

After a while, David Clark finally caught his breath. He slowly opened his eyes, glaring fiercely at Brian Carter and said, “You bastard, today I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!”

Because his tongue was injured, David Clark spoke with a lisp.

He’d never suffered like this before, let alone been bullied by Brian Carter, the “idiot”—it was something he simply couldn’t tolerate.

The Great Wilderness mountains were harsh, and the people there were fierce and valued strength. In his rage, David Clark truly had the urge to kill Brian Carter.

“Looks like you still haven’t learned your lesson!” Brian Carter smiled slightly, then suddenly kicked at David Clark’s legs.

Brian Carter’s kick came without warning and was so fast that by the time David Clark realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

That spot was so vulnerable—David Clark let out a miserable “ugh,” his eyes bulging, his dark, chubby face turning pale as he clutched his belly and collapsed to the ground.

The stabbing pain was so intense that David Clark didn’t even have the strength to scream or get angry—he could only lie on the ground, groaning softly.

Brian Carter picked up the cornbread that had fallen to the ground, leisurely brushed off the dust, and began eating it with a look of satisfaction.

To him, eating the cornbread was the real priority. As for David Clark, he was nothing.

David Clark’s mother was a locally famous butcher—a fierce, hot-tempered shrew. But so what!

With his broader perspective, Brian Carter didn’t care about any of that. What he truly cared about was how to recover his strength as quickly as possible.

The Great Wilderness mountains were no paradise—they were a place where barbarians ran rampant and monsters prowled.

Even a cornbread was worth fighting over. That was just the way things were.

The world here was broader, more mysterious, and more dangerous.

But Brian Carter liked it here. He was born for adventure, for climbing to the peak, for pursuing the limits.

It was precisely because of this personality that he became the undying Vajra who roamed the world, the invincible war god.

Now, the most critical issue was that titanium-alloy was based on the body—the stronger the body, the greater the power it could unleash.

Titanium-alloy fused with the bones would put a tremendous burden on the body.

Why was he the only one who survived the experiment back then? It wasn’t luck—it was because his body and willpower were the strongest.

With Brian Carter’s current physical condition, if the titanium-alloy entered the second-level fusion state, he’d be finished instantly.