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In the early morning of Seoul, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, far from the tranquility of the Han River at night. The retaliation from the Taiji Consortium came faster and more violently than Park Bucheng had anticipated. The deafening sounds of explosions echoed one after another outside the Gang Stronghold, where bullets rained down like hellfire.
Park Bucheng stood on the second floor of the Gang Stronghold, squinting at the flames rising outside, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Damn, they really think highly of me to pull off such a show," he muttered as he tossed the crumpled newspaper on the ground, its headline boldly declaring "Taiji Consortium Research Center Explosion, Suspected Terrorist Attack." Damn it, these bastards were truly skilled at twisting the truth; it was clearly my doing, and now it had turned into a terrorist attack.
Li Taizhu stood beside him, maintaining an air of calm. "Mr. Park, this is not a time for jokes. The chaebol is serious this time. There are at least two hundred armed men outside, and they have armored vehicles. With our numbers, we might..."
"What are you afraid of?" Park Bucheng interrupted him, flicking off ash from his cigarette. "This is what makes it interesting, isn't it? I was just worried about not having a place to practice." A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he turned to Li Taizhu and said, "Taizhu, you take the brothers and guard the back door. I'm going to have a little chat with these scum myself."
The doors of the Gang Stronghold crashed down as a group of men in black stormed in, led by Li Zhenghao, the gang leader from the West District. His face was twisted with malice, eyes gleaming with greed. "Park Bucheng, your good days are over! Surrender while you still can, and I might leave you with a whole corpse!"
"Just you? You think you’re worthy?" Park Bucheng scoffed disdainfully and vanished in an instant, appearing before Li Zhenghao like a ghost. Activating Graceful Wave Steps, his speed was so fast that it was nearly imperceptible.
Before Li Zhenghao could react, he felt a blur before his eyes as a heavy punch landed squarely on his face, sending him flying into several of his subordinates behind him. "Ouch! What the hell!" He clutched his swollen face, stars dancing in his vision as terror gripped his heart. "When did this kid become so fierce?"
Park Bucheng ignored him and moved again, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. With Graceful Wave Steps combined with Six Meridians Divine Sword, he reaped lives like a grim reaper. Sword energy sliced through the air as black-clad men fell one after another, screams filling the air. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground and thickening the atmosphere with its metallic scent.
"Damn it! Get him! Everyone go for him! Kill him!" Li Zhenghao screamed hysterically; he knew today it was either him or Park Bucheng.
The men in black surged forward again, but before Park Bucheng, they were as fragile as ants. The sword energy from Six Meridians Divine Sword was razor-sharp; each strike claimed a life.
At that moment, a figure descended from above and landed heavily in front of Park Bucheng—Kim Tae-wook. His muscles were taut and defined; his gaze was cold like that of a statue forged from steel. "Park Bucheng, your time is up!"
Kim Tae-wook clenched his fists tightly; his hard qi flowed through him like iron. He threw a punch at Park Bucheng, who dared not take it head-on and sidestepped to avoid it. The wind from the punch howled past him; Park Bucheng could even feel the scorching heat as the air was torn apart.
"Hard Qi Gong? Interesting." Park Bucheng squinted, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his eyes. He decided to test just how tough Kim Tae-wook's Hard Qi Gong really was.
Park Bucheng executed the Graceful Wave Steps again, moving swiftly around Kim Tae-wook, searching for an opening. Although Kim Tae-wook's Hard Qi Gong was formidable, his speed could not match Park Bucheng's, leaving him to passively endure the onslaught.
"Six Meridians Divine Sword!" Park Bucheng seized the opportunity, sending a stream of sword energy from his fingertips straight toward Kim Tae-wook's chest.
"Clang!" A metallic sound rang out as the sword energy was surprisingly blocked by Kim Tae-wook's Hard Qi Gong!
"Haha, useless! Your attacks are ineffective against me!" Kim Tae-wook laughed maniacally, swinging his fist back at Park Bucheng.
Park Bucheng was secretly astonished; Kim Tae-wook's Hard Qi Gong was indeed impressive. It seemed he would have to outsmart him. A direct confrontation was not an option; he needed a way to break through Kim Tae-wook's defenses.
As he dodged Kim Tae-wook's attacks, he scanned the surroundings for something he could use. His eyes swept across the battlefield until they landed on a pile of gas cans in the corner. An idea sparked in his mind.
He deliberately exposed a weakness, luring Kim Tae-wook closer to the gas cans. As expected, Kim Tae-wook took the bait and threw a powerful punch at Park Bucheng, the wind from his strike howling through the air.
Park Bucheng swiftly dodged and kicked the gas can. "Screw you!"
The gas can toppled over, spilling gasoline that emitted a pungent odor.
Park Bucheng unleashed his sword energy again, igniting the gasoline. "Boom!" A tremendous explosion erupted, flames shooting into the sky as Kim Tae-wook was blasted away, smoke billowing from his body as he let out a pained scream.
Seizing the moment of chaos, Park Bucheng shouted to Li Taizhu, "Retreat!" He led Li Meina and the others in a breakout.
Outside, Cui Zhiyong had already prepared the vehicle for their escape.
Everyone got into the car and sped away, leaving behind a sea of flames and the endless fury of the Chaebol.
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