“Two people, ten thousand yuan. Card payment.” Bryan Taylor, whose eyes were practically glued to Lillian Grant’s shapely backside, waved his credit card with a flourish. Although his family was fairly well-off, this ten thousand yuan basically cost him several months’ worth of pocket money. But the way Lillian Grant’s slender waist and curvy hips swayed as she walked had completely destroyed his reason.

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“Come in.” On the third floor, a cold voice from Lillian Grant came from inside the training room.

Jason Carter and Bryan Taylor pushed the door open and entered. The first thing they saw was the fiery bombshell Lillian Grant in her tight leather outfit, along with quite a few other young men and women—most of them likely students of martial arts as well.

“Well, look at that, two kids who haven’t even been weaned yet.” Suddenly, a strange voice rang out. The speaker stood out from the crowd—tall, imposing, strikingly handsome, wearing a tight tank top that showed off his sculpted muscles, even his eyebrows meticulously groomed.

“So, what are you here for? Want to learn kung fu from Lillian? Can you even lift a 10-kilogram dumbbell?” he continued mockingly.

Taking the opportunity, the handsome guy stepped forward and put his hands on the shoulders of Jason Carter and Bryan Taylor, then leaned in close to Jason Carter’s ear and said coldly, “You’d better not get any ideas about Lillian Grant. I’ve already set my sights on this woman. If I catch you two misbehaving, I’ll break your arms and legs, no question.”

“James Walker, what are you doing?” Lillian Grant immediately frowned and said coldly.

“Nothing, just saying hi to the two junior brothers.” James Walker let go of Jason Carter and Bryan Taylor and stood aside, still shooting them threatening and contemptuous looks.

Lillian Grant didn’t bother introducing Jason Carter and Bryan Taylor to the group, but went straight to the point: “Modern combat martial arts have become more and more direct, simplified, and data-driven.”

“The first basic element of combat martial arts: speed. Nothing beats speed. Only by being faster can you make it extremely difficult for your opponent to defend, allowing you to strike them down quickly and accurately.”

“The second element of combat martial arts: force. That means being fast, ruthless, and powerful. Only then can you truly and effectively take down your opponent—every move deadly.”

“Now, I’m going to test the speed and power of your punches. In front of you is a force sensor. Just punch the pad with all your strength, and the machine will display the force of your punch. For people in the Eastern Alliance, the average punch force is around forty to fifty kilograms. If, after giving it your all, your result doesn’t reach 38 kilograms, then you can just go home and be a woman. You’ll be kicked out of the dojo, so you don’t embarrass us. And you won’t get a single cent back.”

Immediately, Jason Carter and Bryan Taylor exchanged glances, wondering if they’d walked into a scam.

“I’ll go first.” Bryan Taylor rolled up his sleeves and did a few warm-ups. He wasn’t too worried, since he was stronger than the average person.

Sure enough, Bryan Taylor punched the sensor pad, and the screen displayed 55 kilograms.

Then, Bryan Taylor smugly blew on his fist, but Lillian Grant coldly said from the side, “Your result is the worst of everyone here.”

Instantly, Bryan Taylor was so crushed he wished he could shrink his head into his neck.

“Your turn.” Lillian Grant looked at Jason Carter’s rather frail body, the corners of her mouth curling into a mocking, almost-smile.

Chapter 4: Learning Martial Arts (Part 2)

Basically, Lillian Grant could tell at a glance how strong someone was just by looking at their joints and muscles.

“Little brat, underestimating me.” Jason Carter cursed inwardly, rolled up his sleeves, and did a few warm-ups, but didn’t punch the sensor pad right away.

Lillian Grant immediately frowned. “Hurry up.”

“Want to go have a bowl of noodles first?” James Walker jeered.

Jason Carter suddenly threw a punch, imagining the sensor pad as Samuel Langley’s face. For a moment, it felt like he had a few extra kilos of strength.

Everyone was stunned, then burst out laughing.

Everyone was stunned, then burst out laughing.

It turned out the display showed 22 kilograms. Honestly, that result was just too embarrassing.

Lillian Grant had already thought this annoying kid was weak, but he was even weaker than she’d imagined.

“Oh my god, 22 kilograms? What an idiot. If I were you, I’d just go smash my head and die, save myself the embarrassment of staying in this world.” James Walker laughed loudly.

Lillian Grant simply turned and left, saying coldly, “The first one stays, the second one goes home. I’ll refund your money. Don’t come back and embarrass yourself.”

Jason Carter was instantly furious and threw another punch.

The reaction was exactly the same—everyone was stunned, then cried out in shock.

Lillian Grant turned around, her beautiful eyes widening to the max, because the screen now displayed: 100.

100 kilograms!

Of course, this result wasn’t exactly top-tier.

Lillian Grant and James Walker could both surpass that level of strength, but Jason Carter looked so frail that it was impossible to believe such power could come from that body.

Bryan Taylor was even more shocked—he knew Jason Carter’s physique best. He didn’t play basketball or soccer, was basically allergic to sports, and couldn’t even truss a chicken. So his first instinct was: the machine must be broken.