This is no joke.

A single reincarnation and possession is already an incredible stroke of luck. Brian Carter didn’t think he’d get a second chance.

Relying on his foundation as a grandmaster of martial arts, there were many secret techniques he could use to quickly strengthen his body.

But there was one condition: he needed ample material resources. At the very least, he had to eat his fill and eat well.

But in the Tie Lin tribe, wanting to eat well and be full was an extremely extravagant thing!

Brian Carter swallowed the last bite of cornbread, but his stomach was still empty—it wasn’t even half full.

His gaze shifted and landed on David Clark, who was lying on the ground groaning. He grinned, baring his teeth.

“What are you trying to do? Don’t you dare! Mom, Mom, come save me…”

Brian Carter’s smile was rather sinister, making David Clark feel a chill in his heart, and he couldn’t help but let out a shrill wail.

Chapter 2: The Butcher Woman

David Clark’s wailing sounded just like a sow being slaughtered—indescribably unpleasant, yet extremely penetrating.

In the quiet morning, that sound carried even farther.

The pigsty was right behind the Gao family’s house, so the butcher woman Mrs. Clark immediately heard her son’s shrill cries and became anxious.

This spring, a wolf tribe had migrated nearby.

In just half a year, the wolf tribe had already clashed with the Tie Lin tribe several times. Everyone knew the two sides could not coexist.

Though the wolf tribe was small in number, their fighting power was formidable. After a few months, the Tie Lin tribe had been forced to keep shrinking back.

The trade routes in and out of the Tie Lin tribe had also been cut off by the wolf tribe. No one from the Tie Lin tribe dared to go into the mountains to hunt anymore.

With no outside grain and not enough game, the already impoverished Tie Lin tribe was running even shorter on food.

Hungry people are capable of anything. This was the most dangerous time.

David Clark, her only son, was the apple of Mrs. Clark’s eye. Afraid something might happen, she hurriedly grabbed a butcher’s knife and rushed toward the backyard.

Entering the pigsty, Mrs. Clark found there were no outsiders here—just the fool and her son.

“But when did the fool dare to look her in the eye?” Mrs. Clark sized up Brian Carter, instinctively feeling something was off.

“Mom, Mom, the fool hit me, and he kicked my little bird! Wuwu… Mom, you have to get revenge for me…” Seeing his mother arrive, David Clark hurried to complain, even starting to cry in grievance.

Getting hit wasn’t a big deal, but being kicked in the lower abdomen by Brian Carter had really scared David Clark.

Since he was little, Mrs. Clark had told him that his little bird was his most important and precious thing.

Just thinking that his most precious little bird might have been damaged made David Clark especially sad and afraid.

Mrs. Clark was furious. She glared fiercely at Brian Carter and cursed, “You little bastard, how dare you touch my son! I’ll chop you into mincemeat!”

Mrs. Clark had very large eyes, but her pupils were only the size of soybeans. Even when looking at people normally, she seemed frightening. Now, as she deliberately widened her eyes, combined with her face full of coarse, dark flesh, she looked even more ferocious.

Especially with the butcher’s knife in her hand—over a foot long, its blade bright and sharp—it was extremely dangerous.

Brian Carter’s expression didn’t change, but he became more alert inside. This woman was far stronger than her son.

Not to mention anything else, just her strong and solid body was enough to give Brian Carter a headache.

Mrs. Clark was about as tall as Brian Carter, but her waist was four times as thick. Her whole body was almost square-shaped, and her flesh was extremely firm. Standing there, she looked like a big square boulder.

Not to mention, her grip on the knife was extremely steady. Even as she cursed Brian Carter, the blade didn’t move at all. That was highly unusual.

Brian Carter had inherited all the memories of this body. He knew that in this world, martial arts flourished, and all kinds of martial skills possessed wondrous powers. Brian Carter didn’t fully believe it, but he wasn’t blindly arrogant either.

Now it seemed that Mrs. Clark, though a shrew, was not just an ordinary woman who only knew how to make a scene.

From her breathing to her muscles, she showed strong control. This was real, undeniable strength—no one could fake it.

Brian Carter wasn’t afraid, but he needed time to grow, not to risk his life against a shrew.

The burly and fierce Mrs. Clark had a violent temper. While cursing, she had already charged up to Brian Carter, swinging her left hand in a wide arc, aiming a slap at his face.

Mrs. Clark didn’t take Brian Carter seriously at all. A slap like that looked impressive, but her movements were so exaggerated that her chest and abdomen were completely exposed.

She was used to beating and scolding him, never imagining that Brian Carter was now a different person.

As soon as Mrs. Clark moved, Brian Carter already guessed what she was going to do.

The woman in front of him was very strong, and with his current strength, it would be hard to hurt her. Killing her, though, would be easy.

Brian Carter weighed his options and chose to dodge. He stepped back, using the Bagua footwork, circling around Mrs. Clark and not only avoiding the slap, but also ending up at the pigsty door.

Bagua Glide. Bagua is a martial art that emphasizes changes in footwork. A true Bagua master moves as if wearing roller skates. With just a slight movement of the feet, you never know where he’ll end up.

In his previous life, Brian Carter had practiced Taiji to the point of pure mastery, and had also studied Bagua, Xingyi, Bajiquan, and other martial arts, all to a very high level.