With a single palm strike, Stanley smashed the wheelchair in front of him into pieces.

Chantelle gasped and stumbled backward in fear.

Then, Stanley's body expanded, swelling with raw power as a brutal energy radiated off him. As the sound of tearing flesh echoed through the air, pain twisted across his face.

His fists clenched tight, and his frame swelled again, growing broader and more bear-like by the second. His shirt split open at the seams, shredded completely by the violent bulge of his muscles.

Tiana had initially intended to charge straight into the man-made lake to support Andrew. However, she was forced to stop and pivot, stepping before Chantelle to shield her.

With a fierce roar, she punched through the air straight at Stanley.

Tiana's strike carried the devastating might of a martial king and slammed directly into Stanley's forehead. If it were any regular martial artist, their skull would have been crushed.

Yet, Stanley did not even budge an inch. He smir