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Li Xuanwei's expression remained unchanged, as if the growing commotion outside the warehouse was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against him. "Lesson one, begin. Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, firm and unyielding, breaking through with strength. Remember that?"
Park Bucheng nodded vigorously, his throat bobbing as he nervously stared at Li Xuanwei. This old man was as immovable as a mountain, truly impressive.
Li Xuanwei slowly raised his right hand, his broad palm standing out starkly in the dimly lit warehouse. A visible stream of energy swirled in his palm, emitting a low humming sound. The dust floating in the air was disturbed by this energy, scattering like frightened moths.
"Watch closely," Li Xuanwei exhaled lightly, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "Kang Long You Hui, 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, particularly Qiao Feng's fierce battles. His blood surged with excitement as he quickly assumed the starting stance he remembered, trying hard 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, the dragon soars through the skies, energy flowing like a rainbow! Internal energy rises from the dantian and connects through your limbs and bones. Do you understand?"
Park Bucheng's face flushed with embarrassment; indeed, talking about it on paper could lead to disaster. He quickly focused his mind, adjusting his breathing according to Li Xuanwei's guidance and channeling his energy again. This time, he distinctly felt a warm current rising from his dantian, slowly flowing to his limbs, and his palms began to warm slightly.
The shouting outside grew closer, mixed with coarse curses and kicking sounds at the door. "Search! That kid must be around here somewhere!"
Li Xuanwei frowned slightly, impatience flashing in his eyes. "Time is tight; memorize the incantation!" He spoke rapidly, reciting a complex incantation that felt like nails being hammered into Park Bucheng's brain.
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 were truly writhing within his hands.
"Not bad; your comprehension is decent," Li Xuanwei unexpectedly praised him. "Flying Dragon in the Sky—an ultimate move against multiple foes. Watch closely!"
Just as he was about to continue learning, the warehouse door was suddenly 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 all bulk and menace.
“Park Bucheng, let's see where 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, subdue with strength!”
Taking a deep breath, Park Bucheng assumed his starting stance.
Seeing this, Wang Hu burst into laughter. “Still trying to show off? Brothers, let’s teach him what rules are!”
A dozen thugs brandished steel pipes and lunged at Park Bucheng like hungry wolves. Unfazed, Park Bucheng silently recited his mantra, his palms flying with precision. Each strike carried a whistling wind, powerful enough to send the thugs tumbling over one another, their cries echoing in the air.
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 killing intent surged from behind Park Bucheng. Alarm bells rang in his mind; without hesitation, he turned and unleashed a palm strike known as “Kang Long You Hui.”
“Bang!” A dull thud resonated as the attacker was sent flying against the wall, groaning in pain. Park Bucheng focused and realized it was Zhang San, another loyal subordinate of Li Zhenghao, known as “The Viper.”
“Good!” Li Xuanwei nodded in approval. “You've begun to grasp the essence of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms. Remember, the technique is secondary; it’s the relentless momentum that matters!”
Just as Park Bucheng was about to respond, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The fierce battle had drained his internal energy.
“Insufficient internal energy is your weakness,” Li Xuanwei observed sharply. “Practice diligently to strengthen your reserves. For now, we must leave this place.”
Looking around, Park Bucheng noted that Wang Hu and his men were all down for the count, with only a few lightly injured still groaning. 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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