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The night was as dark as ink in Seoul City Center, where neon lights flickered, unable to mask the chilling atmosphere that permeated the air.
The secret training ground of the the Kim had now become the stage for a decisive battle. Kikuchi Go Go Kai lay in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair. He could not comprehend why the technique that had brought him fame, the Instant Body Technique, was so easily countered by Park Bucheng. That strange footwork seemed to predict his every move, rendering all his attacks futile. Even more terrifying was Park Bucheng's shimmering Sacred Armor, which resembled a turtle shell—impenetrable to blades and bullets, invulnerable to fire and water.
Park Bucheng cast a cold glance at him, showing no hint of mercy. "Is that all? I expected more from a so-called master; even a COS Monk is more impressive than you." He spat disdainfully and turned away, the Sacred Armor glinting with a cold light under the moon. Having dealt with this annoying fly, he was ready to face a greater challenge.
The elite forces of the the Kim surged forward like a tidal wave, surrounding the Gangster members completely. The well-trained Chaebol soldiers, equipped with advanced weaponry and working in perfect harmony, swiftly dismantled the Gangster's defenses like an iron flood.
Gunfire, shouts of battle, and explosions intertwined to create a symphony of death. Flames licked out, shrapnel flew through the air, and blood stained the ground. The acrid smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, making one feel nauseous.
Li Zhenghao hid in the shadows, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Park Bucheng, let's see how you die this time!" He envisioned Park Bucheng being riddled with bullets and felt a surge of satisfaction.
Park Bucheng stood atop a high building, surveying the chaotic battlefield below. His gaze was sharp as that of a hawk, perceiving everything. "Damn it, these guys really think highly of me," he scoffed while quickly devising his next move.
Chaebol High-Level sat inside an armored vehicle, nervously observing the situation. "Do Min Joon, you must take down Park Bucheng! He is the backbone of the Gangsters; if we eliminate him, we've won half the battle!"
Do Min Joon nodded and vanished from sight in an instant. He was confident in his prized ability to teleport; to him, Park Bucheng was merely a slightly stronger ant that could be crushed effortlessly.
In the next moment, he appeared before Park Bucheng with a confident smile on his face. "Park Bucheng, your end is here!"
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, a sneer forming on his lips. "You? Not even close!"
Before he finished speaking, Park Bucheng's figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only an afterimage behind. Do Min Joon's expression changed slightly as he activated his teleportation ability again, searching for Park Bucheng's whereabouts. "Damn it! Where did he go? What kind of bizarre footwork is this?"
Suddenly, a powerful force struck from behind. Do Min Joon quickly turned around, only to see Park Bucheng's figure appearing before him like a flash of lightning. "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!" With a furious shout, Park Bucheng struck Do Min Joon in the chest with a palm. Do Min Joon flew backward like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. "This... how is this possible? I am..." Before he could finish his sentence, he lost consciousness.
Park Bucheng slowly walked up to him, looking down from above. "I told you, you are not worthy yet! Teleportation? In front of my Graceful Wave Steps, it's merely child's play!" He sneered and turned away, rejoining the battlefield.
His figure darted through the crowd like a bolt of lightning. Graceful Wave Steps allowed him to move like a ghost, evading enemy bullets that couldn't even graze his clothes. The Six Meridians Divine Sword was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping the lives of his foes. Sword energy surged and swept through the battlefield, striking down one enemy after another without mercy. Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms crashed down like an avalanche, shattering the enemy formation. The gusts of palm wind howled, sending sand and stones flying as enemies were blown away like paper.
The members of the Gangster gang saw Park Bucheng's valor and their morale soared. They charged forward with renewed vigor. "Boss is mighty! Boss is amazing!" they shouted, as if they had been injected with adrenaline, fiercely counterattacking.
The Chaebol high-ranking officials watched as the tide of battle turned and their faces turned pale with anger. "Damn it! How could this happen? Where is Do Min Joon? He was supposed to be our ace!"
He quickly ordered a retreat. "Withdraw! Quickly withdraw! Everyone get out!"
But it was too late. The Gangster members descended upon them like tigers off the mountain, completely overwhelming the elite forces of the Chaebol. The defeated soldiers dropped their weapons and fled in all directions like lost dogs.
Li Zhenghao watched this scene unfold, his face turning ashen. "Impossible! This can't be happening!" He could not fathom that his meticulously crafted plan would end in failure.
Park Bucheng stood at the center of the battlefield, covered in blood yet exuding an aura of invincibility like a war god. He raised his head and let out a howl towards the sky. "Hahaha! I have won!"
His laughter echoed through the night sky, proclaiming his victory. Yet beneath his smile lay a hint of bitterness. He knew this was just the beginning. Greater challenges awaited him.
At that moment, a bloodied Gangster underling stumbled towards Park Bucheng. "Boss! We intercepted communications from the Chaebol!"
Park Bucheng took the communicator, frowning deeply. A chilling voice emerged from the device. "Park Bucheng, do you think you've won? You're mistaken! We have even greater power! Just wait; I will make you pay!"
Park Bucheng's expression darkened. He knew what the other party referred to as a more powerful force. It was… mercenaries from America!
A greater storm was about to arrive…
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