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The cold wind continued to blow, and the white snow still fell, casting a desolate and chilling atmosphere across the land. Master Pei Zhuang's dark blue robe danced wildly in the frigid air.
Paul Gambino and the others wore serious expressions, not daring to breathe too loudly, their eyes fixed on the scene, fearing that even a blink would cause them to miss Master Pei Zhuang's demonstration of the Divine Skill.
Master Pei Zhuang raised his hands, palms half-closed, and began to rub them together rapidly. Yet, there was nothing between his palms, as if he were merely manipulating the air. This was Master Pei Zhuang's Divine Skill; it seemed somewhat comical, but no one dared to laugh. Seconds later, a visible vortex of wind appeared between his palms.
The leaders of these underground forces were well-versed in martial arts and understood the concept of Inner Energy. "Master Pei Zhuang is compressing Inner Energy together to form a Cyclone. The pressure inside that Cyclone must be over a hundred atmospheres," Paul Gambino exclaimed in awe.
"This is just the beginning," Red Moon remarked with a smile.
A shiver ran through Paul Gambino and the others as they turned their gaze back to Master Pei Zhuang. The small vortex had now enveloped him, stirring up the surrounding ice and air to form a Tornado Vortex that reached a height of one hundred meters. The vortex attracted ice, trees, and rocks into the air; its destructive power rivaled that of a tornado.
Suddenly, the Tornado Vortex began to move through the mountains, carving deep trenches into the ground as it passed. Tall spruces were uprooted, and with each rotation, this section of forest was nearly obliterated. The thick blanket of snow had long been swept away by the Tornado Vortex, leaving only black soil and rocks behind.
After several seconds, the Tornado Vortex gradually came to a stop, revealing Master Pei Zhuang's figure once more. Paul Gambino and the others were so terrified by this display that they knelt on the ground. Was this still martial arts? This power was almost mythical; even witnessing it firsthand made it hard to believe.
"How do you like my Divine Skill?" Master Pei Zhuang asked as his Jing Qi dissipated and everything returned to calm. As he walked toward them, Paul Gambino and the others couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if an invisible pressure enveloped them.
"This... this is simply divine power," Paul Gambino quickly flattered him, his eyes shining with desire. Master Pei Zhuang's strength exceeded his expectations; if he could cling to such a powerful figure, what would he have to fear in the future?
Yosef Todaro and others from different families also displayed eager expressions; such absolute power was akin to possessing a nuclear weapon.
"Master Pei Zhuang, we hope you can cooperate with our Gambino Family. We are willing to meet any conditions you set," Paul Gambino said earnestly.
"Master Pei Zhuang, our Buffalo Family is willing to follow you. We do not have the qualifications to cooperate with you; we only hope to become your capable subordinates," Yosef Todaro cleverly added. Given Master Pei Zhuang's strength had far surpassed his expectations, he decided that even flattery needed to be more sincere.
Cooperation? Ha! Someone with such power would never consider cooperating with them. Thus, Yosef Todaro completely abandoned the dignity of being a Clan Leader and was willing to become Master Pei Zhuang's Underling.
Upon hearing Yosef Todaro's words, the others' expressions shifted slightly. As members of the American Mafia Five Families, they naturally held their own honor; asking them to entirely forsake their dignity and become followers of Master Pei Zhuang made them hesitate.
"Haha, Joseph understands," Master Pei Zhuang replied with a faint smile before abruptly shifting his tone to one of arrogance and disdain. "As for cooperation, you are not worthy. I brought you here to witness my Divine Skill—not for discussions about cooperation. What I want is your complete submission. From now on, you will obey my commands without question. Do any of you have objections?"
"Uh..." Everyone was stunned into silence.
"Why are you not speaking? Do you refuse to submit to me?" Master Pei Zhuang's voice rang coldly.
"I'll give you ten seconds to consider your answer. After ten seconds, I expect a response. For those who refuse to listen, I see no reason to keep you around."
"One."
"Two."
...
"Eight."
"Nine."
"I am willing to follow you, Master Pei Zhuang, and obey your every command."
"We are also willing to follow you, Master Pei Zhuang, and obey your every command."
Having just counted to ten, Yosef Todaro and the others quickly expressed their allegiance. They had no choice; refusing would mean death. Master Pei Zhuang was terrifying. Just thinking about his earlier Divine Skill sent chills down their spines.
"I like obedient people," Master Pei Zhuang nodded, revealing a satisfied smile.
Back in the wooden cabin, the atmosphere among the families was much more harmonious. They were now all followers of Master Pei Zhuang, standing united, at least on the surface, too afraid to show hostility toward one another.
"Tell me about the current martial arts situation outside," Master Pei Zhuang said casually as he sat cross-legged on the mat in the wooden cabin.
Paul Gambino and the others quickly provided a detailed report on the outside situation.
After listening, a look of anticipation appeared on Master Pei Zhuang's face. The rise of martial arts and a world where everyone practiced martial arts was exactly what he envisioned.
"I never expected that those Hidden Sects from Huaxia would choose to enter the world. I've long wanted to meet those people. Once I go out this time, I will head to Huaxia and challenge all those Hidden Sects to let them experience the power of my Feng Xuan Sha," Pei Zhuang said, looking outside with a half-smile.
Feng Xuan Sha was the name of Master Pei Zhuang's earlier Divine Skill, and Paul Gambino and the others etched that name into their memories.
"Those mere Huaxia Hidden Sects are nothing compared to you, Master Pei Zhuang."
"Exactly, how could those trash even be mentioned in the same breath as Master Pei Zhuang?"
Everyone chimed in with flattery.
Master Pei Zhuang smirked, his gaze dismissive; indeed, he did not regard the Huaxia Hidden Sects at all.
"Master Pei Zhuang, I have a request," suddenly Yosef Todaro stepped forward and knelt before him.
"What is it? Speak."
"My son Rod Todaro was killed last night in New Haven by two Huaxia people. Those two were quite strange; they should be martial artists from Huaxia. I hope Master Pei Zhuang can help me kill those two Huaxia people," Yosef Todaro pleaded earnestly.
"Strange? Ha! Joseph, I think it's your Buffalo Family that's too incompetent. You can't even handle two mere Huaxia people," Master Pei Zhuang said disdainfully.
"Master Pei Zhuang, those two Huaxia people are truly strange. Look, this is the surveillance video about them, and here are the photos from the murder scene." Yosef Todaro's heart tightened as he hurriedly took out the photos and video.
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