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Li Zhenghao was furious, smashing a fine wine glass onto the floor, the crimson liquid splattering like his current mood. "Useless! A bunch of useless fools!" he roared into the phone. "Where is that brat, Park Bucheng?!"
On the other end, Park Ji Ming's voice trembled slightly. "Chairman, we are still searching... it's as if he has vanished from the face of the earth..."
"Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find him! I want him dead!" Li Zhenghao hung up, his chest heaving with rage. The pressure from public opinion made him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles. Park Bucheng, a figure he once regarded as insignificant, had now become his greatest threat.
Meanwhile, Park Bucheng was hiding in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Seoul. The air was thick with the acrid smell of machine oil mixed with the metallic scent of rust, making it nauseating. Dim light filtered through broken windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground that danced like ghosts. The dilapidated factory was littered with scattered mechanical parts and rusty frames, resembling the remains of a steel beast. Park Bucheng squinted as he carefully examined a document he had found on Sofia—an agreement detailing collusion between the Chaebol and the American government to orchestrate a coup in Taiji Nation. The document bore Li Zhenghao's personal seal and signatures from high-ranking American officials, solid evidence indeed.
"What audacity!" Park Bucheng scoffed, his tone laced with sarcasm and anger. "Do they really think Taiji Nation is their backyard? They can play however they want?" He tucked the document away securely; a plan was forming in his mind. He would expose this document to the public, revealing the Chaebol's ugly face and letting the world see their true nature.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps broke the silence of the factory. Park Bucheng raised his head alertly, sharp as a leopard. He saw a dozen men in black emerge from the shadows, surrounding the factory like phantoms. They were well-trained, moving in perfect unison, weapons glinting ominously in their hands—clearly not ordinary thugs. Leading them was Kim Tae-wook, wearing a cold smile and locking his gaze onto Park Bucheng like a venomous snake eyeing its prey. "Park Bucheng, your time is up!" His voice was icy and devoid of emotion.
Park Bucheng scanned his surroundings and realized he was in deep trouble. He knew these were elite assassins sent by the Chaebol, and Kim Tae-wook was no ordinary foe. Kim Tae-wook was a Clone secretly trained by JK Group; his strength was unfathomable, rumored to be invulnerable to blades and bullets.
"Tsk, not friendly visitors," Park Bucheng feigned nonchalance, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk playing on his lips. "But who will die today is still uncertain." He stretched his limbs with a series of crisp cracks, confidence gleaming in his eyes.
Kim Tae-wook sneered. "Still talking tough when death is imminent! Brothers, attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black surged forward like a tide, brandishing their weapons toward Park Bucheng. With a cold smile, Park Bucheng moved like a ghost among them; employing Graceful Wave Steps allowed him to evade their attacks with ease, gliding through their ranks as if dancing on water. Blades flashed around him but never grazed his clothes.
"Is this all you've got?" Park Bucheng taunted while dodging effortlessly. "Slower than my morning exercises." His movements were elusive like smoke; the black-clad men grew furious at being toyed with and struck even harder with lethal intent.
Park Bucheng countered their attacks skillfully; at times using Six Meridians Divine Sword to incapacitate enemies instantly as if they were marionettes; at other times unleashing Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms to send foes flying with cries of agony echoing throughout the factory. In an instant, fists clashed and shouts filled the air—a scene reminiscent of hell itself.
Kim Tae-wook stood by, observing coldly. He did not rush to attack but instead looked for a flaw in Park Bucheng's defenses. He knew that Park Bucheng's martial arts were unpredictable and required careful handling. Like a venomous snake, he patiently awaited the perfect moment to strike with lethal precision.
"Kid, are you just going to hide?" Kim Tae-wook finally couldn't hold back and mocked, his tone laced with disdain.
Park Bucheng smirked dismissively. "I don't need to take you seriously to deal with scum like you."
"Seeking death!" Kim Tae-wook roared, his figure shooting forward like a cannonball. He unleashed a punch that tore through the air, charging at Park Bucheng with the ferocity of a descending tiger.
Park Bucheng did not dare to be careless; he struck out with both palms to meet Kim Tae-wook's punch head-on. A tremendous force surged through him, numbing his arms and causing his internal energy to churn violently.
"Hard Qi Gong?" Park Bucheng was taken aback; Kim Tae-wook's strength was indeed formidable. He hadn't expected Kim Tae-wook's hard Qi Gong to be so overwhelming that it could withstand his Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.
Kim Tae-wook pressed his advantage relentlessly, raining down punches like a torrential downpour. Each blow carried the power to split mountains and shatter stones, forcing Park Bucheng into a defensive position fraught with peril. He felt as if his body was about to fall apart; each punch from Kim Tae-wook struck him like a heavy hammer, causing unbearable pain.
"Damn it, this kid is really strong!" Park Bucheng cursed inwardly, realizing he could not continue like this. If he did, he would eventually be beaten to death by Kim Tae-wook.
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Ding! Congratulations, host has triggered the Martial Arts Inheritance System and acquired a new skill—Beiming Divine Skill!"
Park Bucheng's heart leaped with joy; it was truly divine assistance! He immediately began to channel the Beiming Divine Skill, drawing in Kim Tae-wook's internal energy like a whale swallowing water.
Kim Tae-wook felt an overwhelming suction coming from Park Bucheng, as if his internal energy was flowing out uncontrollably like a flood. Panic surged within him as he quickly retreated.
"What kind of sorcery is this?" Kim Tae-wook asked in terror, his voice filled with fear and disbelief.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. "This is the demon technique that will send you to hell!" With both palms extended, he transformed the absorbed inner strength into the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, unleashing it like a tidal wave toward Kim Tae-wook.
Kim Tae-wook was utterly unable to resist. Struck by the overwhelming force of the palm strike, he flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground, blood spewing from his mouth, barely clinging to life.
The other black-clad figures were terrified at the sight, their souls fleeing as they turned to escape, resembling lost dogs in their panic.
"Thinking of running? Not so easy!" Park Bucheng's figure flickered as he pursued them like a cheetah, dispatching them one by one with ease, as if slicing through vegetables.
Inside the abandoned factory, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses lay scattered everywhere. Park Bucheng stood beside Kim Tae-wook's lifeless body, his heart devoid of any emotion. He knew this was just the beginning; greater challenges lay ahead. The document he had found on Sofia revealed a shocking conspiracy, and this was merely the tip of the iceberg. He sensed that an even greater storm was about to arrive.
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