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Li Zhenghao exploded with rage, smashing a fine wine glass onto the floor, the crimson liquid splattering everywhere, mirroring his current mood. "Useless! A bunch of useless fools!" he roared into the phone. "Where is that brat Park Bucheng now?!"
On the other end, Park Ji Ming's voice trembled slightly. "Chairman, we are still tracking him... it's as if he has evaporated from the world..."
"Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find him! I want him dead!" Li Zhenghao hung up the phone, his chest heaving violently. The pressure from public opinion made him feel like he was sitting on needles. Park Bucheng, a person 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 iron frames, resembling the remains of a steel giant. Park Bucheng squinted as he carefully examined a document he had retrieved from Sofia—a secret agreement detailing collusion between the Chaebol and the American government to stage a coup in Taiji Nation. The document bore Li Zhenghao's personal seal and signatures from high-level American officials, solid evidence.
"What audacity!" Park Bucheng sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm and anger. "Do you really think Taiji Nation is your backyard? You can do whatever you want?" He tucked the document away securely, already formulating a plan. He intended to make this document public, exposing the Chaebol's ugly face and revealing their true nature to the world.
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 emerging from the shadows like ghosts, surrounding the factory. 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 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 the gravity of his situation. 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, possessing unfathomable strength and rumored to have an indestructible body.
"Tsk, not good news," Park Bucheng feigned nonchalance, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk playing at his lips. "But who will die today is still uncertain." He stretched his muscles with audible cracks, confidence gleaming in his eyes.
Kim Tae-wook scoffed. "Still talking tough even when death is imminent! Brothers, attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black surged forward, brandishing their knives and clubs like a tidal wave crashing towards Park Bucheng. He let out a cold laugh and moved through the crowd like a ghost; employing Graceful Wave Steps, he evaded their attacks with an agility reminiscent of a dragonfly skimming water’s surface. Blades whizzed past him but never grazed his clothing.
"Is this all you've got?" Park Bucheng taunted while dodging their strikes. "Slower than my morning exercises." His movements were elusive and unpredictable; he toyed with the black-clad men who grew increasingly furious and aggressive with each failed attempt to catch him.
Park Bucheng countered their moves effortlessly—sometimes using Six Meridians Divine Sword to incapacitate enemies instantly as if they were marionettes; other times unleashing Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms to send opponents flying with cries of agony echoing throughout the factory. In that moment, fists clashed and shouts rang out like a scene from hell itself.
Kim Tae-wook stood by, watching coldly. He did not rush to act 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 deliver a fatal blow.
"Kid, is dodging all you can do?" Kim Tae-wook finally couldn't help but mock, his tone laced with disdain.
Park Bucheng smirked dismissively. "I don't need to take you guys seriously to deal with you."
"You're asking for death!" Kim Tae-wook roared, his figure shooting forward like a cannonball. He threw a punch that cut through the air with the ferocity of a tiger descending from the mountain.
Park Bucheng dared not be careless; he struck out with both palms to meet Kim Tae-wook's punch head-on. A tremendous force surged through him, causing his arms to go numb and 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 overpowering that it could withstand his Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.
Kim Tae-wook pressed his advantage relentlessly, raining down punches like a torrential downpour, each one carrying the force to split mountains and shatter stones. Park Bucheng could only defend passively, finding himself in a perilous situation. His body felt as if it were about to fall apart; each of Kim Tae-wook's punches 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 this way. If things went on like this, 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 gained a new skill—Beiming Divine Skill!"
Park Bucheng felt a surge of joy; fortune was on his side! 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 sensed an overwhelming pulling force emanating from Park Bucheng, feeling his internal energy draining away in torrents as if a dam had burst. 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 art that will send you to hell!" With both palms extended, he transformed the absorbed internal energy into the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, unleashing it like a tidal wave towards 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 spilling from his mouth, barely clinging to life.
The other black-clad figures, witnessing this, were paralyzed with fear and turned to flee in panic, like lost dogs in disarray.
"Thinking of escaping? Not so easy!" Park Bucheng's figure flickered as he pursued them like a cheetah, dispatching them one by one with effortless 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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