All the twelve disciples were now prepared to fight Tony Clark.

Above, Academy Master Da Vinci and the other peak masters watched everything without interfering.

Mark Smith couldn’t stop smiling— the crazier Tony Clark acted, the more certain his defeat seemed.

"Academy Master, are you sure you want Tony Clark to go through this?" Vice Academy Master Rutherford asked, pretending to be concerned.

’What is he planning?’ Academy Master Da Vinci thought when Tony Clark challenged everyone. He thought Tony Clark had a plan but didn’t expect something like this.

"Since it is something Tony Clark has agreed to, I don’t see anything wrong with it." Academ Master Da Vinci replied.

Rutherford’s smile couldn’t be wider. "Then, are you all ready?"

"Begin!"

Rutherford announced.

But just as the words left his mouth, Ming Tian of Sword Peak suddenly stepped forward, a smug smile on his face.

"Everyone else, stand back. I don’t need your help to deal with this arrogant heir of ours." His voice dripped with confidence, and the others paused— some nodding, a few even stepping back willingly.

After all, Ming Tian was one of the strongest among 12 of them. If he was going to humiliate Tony Clark on his own, why should they bother? More than that, they can avoid Clark family revenge.

Also, even though they agreed to fight Tony Clark, they hadn’t planned to gang up on him unfairly. Most of them wanted to teach him a lesson and believed they could do it alone.

Tony Clark raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mocking smile. Not that he expected these prideful idiots to group together and attack him anyway.

’WHOOSH!’

Ming Tian moved at insane speed, his figure blurring as he shot toward Tony Clark, his fist crashing forward like a thunderclap.

"Learn your place, Evil Suitcase!" Ming roared as he moved with Black Panther sand movement.

Tony Clark didn’t even blink. His figure shifted, a blur of movement that seemed almost lazy, and then—

[Tyrant Dragon Fist first form- Silent Punch!]

’Crack!’

Ming Tian’s voice died in his throat, his eyes bulging as Tony Clark’s fist buried itself in his gut.

The sheer force sent a shockwave rippling through the air.

"Guh—!"

Ming’s face twisted in pain, and before he could even react, Tony Clark’s knee slammed into his chin, lifting him off the ground.

Then a casual palm strike crashed into his chest, sending him flying backward like a ragdoll.

Bai Ming hit the ground, skidding, tumbling, and finally coming to a stop, motionless, dust settling around his body.

’BANG!’

The others stared in stunned silence.

"That... that was Ming Tian! The strongest of inner disciples!"

"And he was... knocked out so easily?"

"How... How can Tony Clark be that strong without using any life energy?!!!"

"Is his body even more powerful than Ming Tian’s Panther Strike? That can’t be!"

They couldn’t believe how easily and quickly Tony Clark had taken out Ming Tian, supposedly one of the strongest among them.

Tony Clark and Ming Tian’s clash was mostly physical, with little to no life energy involved. Yet Tony Clark came out on top?

"Why the hell does everyone make the same mistake? Use Life Energy, You Idiots!" Mark almost cursed out loud.

It seemed impossible for the spectators to digest what they witnessed. The Arena became pin drop silent.

Emma Rock watched with gritted teeth.

Tony Clark waited for another challenger, but they were still too shocked to move.

His mocking voice cut through their disbelief. "Come on, don’t tell me you were just here to watch? Twelve of you against me, and you’re too scared to even move? Well, let me help you with that."

’Whoosh!’

Tony Clark’s figure moved. But unlike Ming Tian, Tony ran casually without any technique. As he still didn’t learn any movement technique, Tony’s movement was very ordinary.

By the time they realised Tony’s threat, he was in front of another disciple, his palm slamming into the poor guy’s face, sending him crashing back.

The guy was caught off guard and couldn’t even react— Tony Clark’s strength was beyond what anyone expected.

A girl quickly tried to swing her sword at him, but Tony Clark’s hand snatched her sword like a stick. The Sky rank gauntlets easily crushed the Human Rank sword into pieces.

The lady stared in shock as her precious sword crumbled in Tony’s hand.

[Tyrant Dragon Fist - Second Form: Coiling Dragon Punch]

"Gah!"

Her reaction was quick, but Tony Clark’s was faster— like her attack was in slow motion.

He yanked her forward, his knee slamming into her stomach, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

"Next!"

Tony Clark roared, his voice brimming with battle lust. And then the chaos began.

The remaining disciples finally snapped out of their shock, their pride and anger overwhelming their shock.

"Don’t give him another chance! Take him down!"

"Everyone... attack from all sides!"

Sena Yen, the famous bald guy yelled angrily.

Sena was still processing how the supposed joke of the Clark family had taken down one of the strongest among them, Ming Tian, and now two more in a split second.

Though those two weren’t as strong as him or Ming Tian, they were still elites of inner disciples.

And yet the so-called waste took them out like it was nothing.

Seven disciples immediately surrounded Tony Clark, leaving no way for him to escape.

"Tony Clark, you have nowhere to escape."

Sena Yen declared arrogantly, forgetting he had to rely on so many disciples just to contain the one he thought was a weakling.

"Escape? Who, me?" Tony Clark almost laughed.

If he wanted to escape, would he have deliberately approached them first?

There was no use explaining common sense to someone drunk on the illusion of victory.

They surged forward, weapons drawn, life energy surging— with all their attacks converging on Tony Clark.

One of them lunged first, his sword slashing down with a fierce glow. But before his blade could touch Tony Clark, a punch flashed.

’Crack!’

His wrist twisted at an unnatural angle, the sword flying from his grip, and a brutal kick slammed into his chest, sending him flying back, his body crashing into another disciple.

"Bastard!"

Another one shouted, his palm glowing with a fiery red light as he aimed a flaming fist at Tony Clark.

But Tony Clark sidestepped easily, grabbing the attacker’s outstretched arm and yanking him forward.

THUD!

His knee met the disciple’s face, a sickening crunch echoing as the man’s nose shattered, blood spraying.

From above, the peak masters watched in shock.

Mark Smith’s confident smile was long gone. He was staring at Tony like a dumb fool with wide open mouth.

Nobody, not even Natasha expected this outcome.

’So... this is the strength he has been hiding. Too strong!’ Lily muttered in shock.