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In the depths of the Ice and Snow Forest, there lay a valley where the snow was deep, surrounded by towering spruces. As they approached this area, the expressions of Yosef Todaro and his companions grew increasingly grave. Although covered in snow, the trees around them showed significant damage; many spruces, too thick for a single person to embrace, had been violently snapped in half, deep handprints embedded in their trunks. The sheer force of human strength capable of such destruction was truly shocking.
In the valley, a White Elder sat atop the thick blanket of snow, seemingly in a state of meditation. Yosef Todaro and his companions struggled to draw closer to the valley, but eventually found themselves unable to proceed; the snow was getting deeper, now reaching their knees, and the accumulation within the valley was surely even greater.
"Master, they have arrived," White Leopard and Red Moon reported respectfully as they halted in their tracks.
Yosef Todaro and the others straightened up, directing their attention towards the White Elder. This White Elder was none other than Master Pei Zhuang, a grandmaster of martial arts from the United States.
"It’s been over a decade since we last met; I never expected Master Pei Zhuang to look even younger," Yosef Todaro thought to himself. The others also harbored various thoughts in their minds.
After White Leopard and Red Moon's report, several seconds passed before Master Pei Zhuang slowly opened his eyes. In that instant, it was as if sunlight pierced through darkness; his gaze possessed an intense penetrating quality that made it difficult for anyone to meet his eyes.
"Quite a few old friends have come," Master Pei Zhuang remarked with a calm smile as he scanned the group. Though his tone was gentle, it carried an undeniable weight that pressed upon their hearts.
"Master Pei Zhuang, it’s been years since we last met. You appear even younger and more formidable than before. I have always regarded you as my idol. This time we come with utmost sincerity from the Gambino Family, hoping to collaborate with you," Paul Gambino spoke first, his face brimming with admiration for Master Pei Zhuang, his tone dripping with respect.
"You’re that kid from the Gambino Family? Now you’ve become the Clan Leader; truly impressive," Master Pei Zhuang said with a faint smile as he glanced at Paul Gambino.
With Gambino Family taking the lead in addressing him, other families soon followed suit, extending olive branches to Master Pei Zhuang.
"Heh, I know your intentions for coming here, but do you understand why I summoned you?" Master Pei Zhuang said meaningfully.
"We wouldn’t dare speculate on your intentions, Master; please enlighten us," Paul Gambino flattered again.
The ability to elicit such flattery from these Mafia leaders spoke volumes about Master Pei Zhuang’s prowess. However, he did not appear pleased by their compliments; having encountered such praise from ordinary people countless times over decades had dulled its novelty for him.
"I called you here to witness the Divine Skill I have cultivated during my years of seclusion," Master Pei Zhuang suddenly stood up and declared loudly.
"Divine Skill?"
Paul Gambino and the others were momentarily taken aback but quickly their eyes ignited with fervor; they were naturally eager to witness Master Pei Zhuang's Divine Skill. However, they couldn't fathom how their desire for collaboration with him related to witnessing this skill. Given Master Pei Zhuang's proud character, it seemed unlikely he would showcase himself like a mere commodity—did he perhaps have other intentions?
The members of the Black Hand Family were indeed cunning and treacherous individuals, and they quickly sensed that Master Pei Zhuang had ulterior motives, though they dared not ask.
“Master Pei Zhuang, your Divine Skill must be extraordinary. We just passed by here and saw you break such a thick tree with a single strike. With such a Divine Skill, if you were to go out into the world, you would surely become the greatest martial artist,” Paul Gambino, despite his age, flattered without a hint of embarrassment.
The others from different families would not let the Gambino Family monopolize the flattery; they chimed in, feigning shock at Master Pei Zhuang's Divine Skill.
“Ha ha, are you insulting my master's Divine Skill?” Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the air.
Paul Gambino and the others turned to see White Leopard. This young man always carried an air of arrogance that was irritating, but in front of Master Pei Zhuang, even the Black Hand Family had to endure it.
“Mr. White Leopard, what do you mean by that? We hold Mr. Pei Zhuang in the highest regard; how could we be disrespectful?”
“Exactly, don’t slander us without cause,” another added.
White Leopard frowned, his expression growing colder. “Those broken trees were all left from my training with my junior sister. My master’s Divine Skill is not something so simple; if you don’t understand it, then keep your mouths shut.”
At this point, Paul Gambino and the others were completely dumbfounded. Initially annoyed by White Leopard's arrogance, they now found themselves intimidated by this cold young man.
This young man truly possessed strength; breaking such thick trees—was he even human? If a young disciple was this formidable, then Master Pei Zhuang's power was beyond imagination. What kind of Divine Skill had Master Pei Zhuang cultivated?
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