Just as Andrew had predicted, Joseph went in with a full-on blitz from the very first move. His fists tore through the air with relentless speed, launching a brutal offensive on all sides of Zachary. As a practitioner of physical techniques in martial arts, Joseph's greatest advantage was his explosive, fast-paced assault. Zachary clenched his jaw and stayed rooted, holding his ground with steady footwork. Whenever he was about to get overwhelmed, he took a step back. However, the moment he saw an opening, he reclaimed his position without fail. Joseph's expression remained cold. "Is that all you've got? Just standing there and taking hits? A pathetic approach to martial arts will only lead to a pathetic end!" With a sharp battle cry, his muscles bulged visibly. Then, he slammed a punch straight at Zachary's face. Zachary crossed his arms to block, but it was useless. A wave of pain shot through his entire body, like his meridians were splitting open. He staggered two steps b

Zachary looked grim as he endured his injuries and demanded angrily, "Mr. Yeager Senior, are the Yeagers just a bunch of sore losers?" Matthew avoided the main issue and refused to discuss winning or losing, instead continuing to pressure him. "You bastard, I'm giving you one last chance. Let go of my son. I told him to go easy on you earlier, but I never expected you to be so heartless and ungrateful!" He added, "This match doesn't count, and you have to do it over. And this time, my son's going to bash your damn skull in!" As the tide turned, Matthew completely abandoned any pretense of dignity. His prized son had just lost, and he was desperate to rewrite the outcome. And in Goldridge, the Yeagers had the power to do just that. Gabriel and Riker both frowned and quickly stepped in to back him up. "Zachary, was it? Let Joseph go. There were irregularities in the match. It's only fair to redo it," Gabriel said. Riker chimed in, "That's right. You should know you're not r

Someone said, "No matter what, this guy is just badass. Daring to go against the Yeagers and making both the father-son duo look like complete fools? That alone puts him above countless people here!" Nonetheless, some people thought Andrew was being reckless and seeking death, while others felt Andrew's behavior showed real heroic spirit. Alex approached and said coldly, "Zachary, you've advanced! Now come with me to see Mr. Thornton!" Jerome, being a high-ranking figure, had already left midway through the trial. So, he was not present for the chaos that followed. Zachary, still covered in blood and injuries, hesitated. "Mr. Wallace, may I change clothes and treat my wounds before meeting him?" Alex snapped impatiently. "When I say go, you go! What, you think you're a big deal now just because you won?" Zachary's expression darkened. It was obvious that Alex still would not let it go. Andrew's voice turned ice-cold. "You senile jackass, are you brain-dead? Can't you see

Rowan looked cold and indifferent. "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" Evan immediately felt uncomfortable, his voice rising with frustration. "So you do know him?" Rowan's cheeks turned a little red as she snapped back, "Evan, what are you trying to say?" Evan clenched his jaw. "Nothing. I just want to remind you not to forget who you are. Don't forget what we are to each other. You're focused on some random nobody, so what does that make me?" Rowan's expression dimmed, her tone distant. "I don't want to talk about this pointless stuff. I'm tired. Let's head back to the hotel to rest." Evan kept pace beside her and tried to explain, "Rowan, I wasn't trying to interrogate you. I just think that guy isn't worth your attention. He caused a huge scene earlier, and now he's on the Yeagers' blacklist. "With their influence in Goldridge, they will come after him. Plus, I've heard rumors that Mr. Thornton was recently attacked and is seriously injured. Goldridge is full o

Henry let out a dismissive snort and said with disdain, "Do you all really think my ambitions stop at replacing Jerome? No, you're dead wrong. I never cared about that Union Leader position. What I want is to defeat Jerome and eliminate the demons from my past!" Back in the day, Henry, brash and overconfident, once challenged Jerome. As expected, he lost. Even now, with his martial strength nearing perfection and his power unmatched, Jerome remained the thorn in his side. The others exchanged knowing glances, finally understanding what was really driving Henry. Scarlett's eyes lit up with bold ambition, and she could not help asking, "Mr. Fischer, since you have no interest in the Union Leader seat… May I recommend myself for the position?" Henry smirked. "Ms. Driscoll, did you forget you're a woman? I know you've always had a big appetite, Scarlett. You treat Mr. Driscoll Senior like he's already in your pocket. And you've always seen yourself as the queen bee over someone lik