"Captain, I don't think I've got much of a shot going up against Joseph," Zachary said, his expression darkening.

The thing he feared most had finally happened. It was not that he lacked confidence; he just had a realistic understanding of his own limits.

Moreover, Joseph came from one of Goldridge's elite families, with superior talent and unmatched resources. On the other hand, Zachary came from a military combat background. He was always direct: if he could win, he would say so. If he could not, he admitted it. No ego, no excuses.

Andrew nodded, his face as calm as ever. "Joseph wins in explosive power. You saw his build. He was just like Henry. He's built for external strength. But Joseph's strength is nowhere near Henry's level. He's not unbeatable."

He continued, "Zachary, do you still remember the combat principles I drilled into you back then? How should you fight when you're up against someone with raw strength?"

Zachary's eyes gradually steadied. "Simple. Tank the