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Li Xuanwei's expression remained unchanged, as if the increasing commotion outside the warehouse was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against him. "Lesson one, begin. Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, embodying the utmost rigidity and yang, breaking finesse with strength. Remember?"
Park Bucheng nodded vigorously, his throat bobbing nervously as he stared at Li Xuanwei. This old man was as immovable as a mountain, truly impressive.
Li Xuanwei slowly raised his right hand, his large palm standing out prominently in the dim warehouse. A visible stream of energy swirled in his palm, emitting a low humming sound. The dust floating in the air was scattered by this force, like moths startled into flight.
"Watch closely," Li Xuanwei exhaled lightly, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. "The dragon in its wrath, the introductory move of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms." He gently pushed his palm forward, and an invisible wave of energy erupted instantly. Park Bucheng felt a sharp sting on his face, as if pricked by countless fine needles. Damn it, this old man is serious!
Images from Tian Long Ba Bu flashed through Park Bucheng's mind, depicting Qiao Feng wreaking havoc everywhere. His blood surged with excitement as he quickly assumed the starting stance from memory, striving to recall the descriptions from the book and channel his energy.
"Wrong!" Li Xuanwei interrupted mercilessly, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Your breath is chaotic; your internal energy is scattered! Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms—let the dragon soar through the skies, your energy should flow like a long rainbow! Internal energy rises from your dantian and permeates your limbs and bones. Understand?"
Park Bucheng's face flushed with embarrassment; indeed, theory alone could be deadly. He quickly focused his mind, adjusting his breathing according to Li Xuanwei's guidance and channeling his energy anew. This time, he distinctly felt a warm current rising from his dantian, slowly flowing towards his limbs, and his palms began to feel slightly warm.
The shouting outside grew louder, mixed with coarse curses and the sound of kicking at the door. "Search! That kid must be nearby!"
Li Xuanwei frowned slightly, impatience flashing in his eyes. "Time is of the essence; memorize the incantation!" He recited a complex and obscure mantra rapidly, each word striking Park Bucheng's mind like a nail.
As Park Bucheng struggled to memorize it while continuing to practice, he gradually sensed that his palm strength was increasing. Each strike produced a whooshing sound as if a golden dragon was truly writhing within his hands.
"Not bad; you have some understanding," Li Xuanwei unexpectedly praised him. "The flying dragon in the sky is an ultimate move against multiple foes—watch closely!"
Just as Park Bucheng was about to continue learning, the warehouse door was kicked open with a loud bang. A dozen thugs wielding steel pipes stormed in aggressively, led by none other than Wang Hu, whose face was a mass of flesh.
“Park Bucheng, let's see where you think you can run this time!” Wang Hu sneered, as if he could already envision Park Bucheng begging for mercy on his knees.
Li Xuanwei's lips curled into a slight smile, a glint of cunning in his eyes. “Just in time for some practice. Remember, it's all about momentum! Dominate with presence and subdue with strength!”
Park Bucheng took a deep breath and assumed his starting stance.
Seeing this, Wang Hu burst into laughter. “Still trying to show off? Brothers, get him! Teach him what rules are!”
A dozen thugs swung their steel pipes, lunging at Park Bucheng like hungry wolves. Unfazed, Park Bucheng silently recited his mantra, his palms flying with precision. Each strike whistled through the air, powerful enough to send the thugs tumbling, cries of pain echoing around them.
Wang Hu's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. When did this kid become so formidable?
At that moment, a chilling aura of malice surged from behind Park Bucheng. Alarm bells rang in his mind; without a second thought, he spun around and unleashed a palm strike known as "Kang Long You Hui."
“Bang!” A dull thud resonated as the attacker was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall with a pained groan. Park Bucheng focused and realized it was Zhang San, another henchman of Li Zhenghao.
“Good!” Li Xuanwei nodded in approval. “You've begun to grasp the essence of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms. Remember, technique is secondary; relentless momentum is key!”
Just as Park Bucheng was about to respond, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The fierce battle had drained his internal energy.
“Insufficient internal energy is your weakness,” Li Xuanwei observed keenly. “Practice diligently to enhance your strength. For now, we need to leave this place.”
Park Bucheng glanced around; Wang Hu and his men lay scattered on the ground, only a few lightly injured still groaning in pain. He knew Li Xuanwei was right—if they didn’t leave soon, more enemies would likely arrive.
"Senior, then you..." Park Bucheng turned to express his gratitude, only to find that Li Xuanwei had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.
At that moment, his phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number appeared: "Be careful, someone is watching you in the shadows. Don't trust anyone easily, even those closest to you."
A chill ran down Park Bucheng's spine. Who could be monitoring him from the dark? And what about Li Xuanwei—was he friend or foe? A multitude of questions swirled in his mind, yet he could find no answers.
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