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Park Bucheng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, gazing out at the night sky over Seoul. The colorful neon lights flickered like dancers swaying in a nightclub, yet they did nothing to lift his spirits. The earlier confrontation with Li Taizhu felt like a thorn embedded in his heart, causing a dull ache. The three bodies of the American Special Forces had been cleaned up, and the bloodstains on the carpet had been scrubbed away, as if nothing had ever happened. He raised a hand to massage his temples, feeling a sharp pain that brought him back to reality; this was merely the calm before the storm. His True Qi flowed slowly within him, like a slumbering dragon waiting to be awakened.
The recent battle was merely a warm-up for him. The combination of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms and Graceful Wave Steps was enough to dispatch those few clowns in an instant. But he understood that the real challenge lay ahead; the enemies lurking in the shadows posed the greatest threat.
"Minister, here are the documents you requested." The secretary gently knocked on the door and placed a stack of files on his desk, breaking the silence of the office.
Park Bucheng flipped through the documents absentmindedly, his brow furrowed and his expression grave. The recent movements of the Blood Blade Organization were indeed unusual; they were frequently mobilizing personnel and secretly purchasing arms. All signs indicated that they were brewing a massive conspiracy. Did these lunatics truly intend to unleash a bloodbath in Seoul? He took a deep breath, striving to maintain his composure.
He closed his eyes and began to circulate his True Qi. Ever since he had encountered Li Xuanwei in the deep mountains and learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he had practiced day and night without any slackening. This technique was unlike any other martial art; it required extremely precise control of True Qi. Each strand of sword energy was as tangible as a blade, sharp enough to pierce through steel with ease.
“Buzz—”
Suddenly, a violent tremor surged through his fingertips, and an invisible sword energy shot forth, slicing through the documents on his desk with precision, leaving a cut as smooth as glass. Park Bucheng opened his eyes, a confident smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He had practiced the One Sword Divides Yin and Yang for an entire month and had finally mastered it.
At that moment, his phone vibrated unexpectedly, shattering the tranquility of the office. It was an encrypted message: "A large number of suspicious personnel movements have been detected in Jiangnan District by the Blood Blade Organization, suspected of preparing to launch an assault on Tai Chi Gang's headquarters."
Park Bucheng's expression hardened; these people could no longer hold back? He quickly replied on his phone: "Continue surveillance and report any developments immediately." He knew that this battle was inevitable, and he was ready.
As night deepened, Park Bucheng found himself alone in the office. He stood in the center of the training room, beginning to practice advanced moves of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Each movement was infused with powerful True Qi, sword energy crisscrossing through the air and creating invisible trails that echoed with bursts of sound as they sliced through space. His form was agile, like a dragon dancing with a phoenix—sometimes swift as lightning, sometimes still as a maiden—showcasing the intricacies of Six Meridians Divine Sword to perfection.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from outside, breaking the serenity of the training room. Park Bucheng instantly ceased his movements and darted to the window like a specter. In the distance, a brilliant firework lit up the night sky; it was a warning signal from one of his hidden sentinels set up on the outskirts of the city, indicating that the enemy had begun their operation.
“They're quick,” Park Bucheng sneered coldly as he swiftly dialed a number: “Advance the plan; proceed with Plan B.” He understood that this battle would be tough, but he felt no fear because he was fully prepared.
He walked to the safe by the wall, entered the password, and retrieved a black leather case. Inside lay an ancient-looking longsword, its blade adorned with intricate patterns that faintly glimmered with a cold light. This was the sword left to him by Li Xuanwei before his departure, said to be forged from Thousand-Year Black Iron, capable of slicing through steel as if it were mud, effortlessly severing hair.
"I hope I won't disappoint you, old man," Park Bucheng murmured to himself as he slung the sword across his back, determination shining in his eyes.
At that moment, the office door swung open again. Li Taizhu hurried in, her expression grave. "They've begun their assault—at least three hundred men, fully armed."
"Three hundred?" Park Bucheng scoffed with a dismissive smile. "They think such a small force can take on the Tai Chi Gang? How utterly foolish!"
Li Taizhu frowned. "You're underestimating them; they might have more tricks up their sleeves..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the entire building suddenly shook violently as if an earthquake had struck. Distant gunfire and explosions erupted, deafening in their intensity; clearly, the Blood Blade Organization had launched their attack.
"Let's go," Park Bucheng said calmly, as if the chaos outside did not concern him. "It's time to meet these unwelcome guests." His eyes brimmed with confidence, as if everything was under his control.
As they reached the elevator, a squad of fully armed enemies burst out from the stairwell, charging at them aggressively. The burly leader brandished a submachine gun and sneered at Park Bucheng. "Is this the kid? He doesn't look like much!"
Park Bucheng's gaze turned icy; in an instant, he vanished from sight, moving like lightning. The next second, he appeared among the enemies like a ghost. The sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword cascaded like a galaxy spilling forth, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
After a series of muffled sounds, the armed men remained in shooting stances but bore multiple wounds across their bodies, blood gushing forth. Their eyes reflected disbelief, as if they could not fathom how they had been defeated by a mere young man.
"Too... too fast..." Li Taizhu gasped in astonishment; she hadn't even seen how Park Bucheng had made his move.
Park Bucheng said lightly, "This is just an appetizer; the real show is yet to come."
Suddenly, his phone vibrated again. It was an encrypted message from Yin Zehui: "Minister! It's bad! Blood Blade has somehow acquired Heavy Weapons and is launching an assault on our arms depot! The losses are severe!"
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, a glint of cold light flashing within them. "It seems someone wants to play for keeps."
He turned to Li Taizhu. "Now, I give you one last chance. Which side will you choose?"
Li Taizhu bit her lip, a flicker of struggle in her gaze. Just then, her phone rang as well. It was a text from an unknown number: "Your father is under our control. If you want him to be safe, follow the plan."
Her hand trembled slightly as she looked up at Park Bucheng, only to find him watching her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"You... you know everything?" Li Taizhu's voice quivered.
Park Bucheng did not respond; he simply pressed a button on his phone. In the next moment, Li Taizhu's phone vibrated again. It was a video showing her father sitting safely on a private jet, clearly out of America's control.
"This... how is this possible?"
"Now, tell me your choice." Park Bucheng's voice was devoid of emotion, like a judgment from hell.
Just as Li Taizhu was about to speak, the entire building suddenly shook violently once more. A thunderous explosion echoed from afar, illuminating the night sky.
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