Although I'd left the base, I still loved martial arts. Over the years, I'd sparred with countless masters, which was how I achieved my current level. Even though my qi perception was weak now, my instinct for martial arts remained unchanged.
I thought I'd never be able to compete in martial arts again, but here was another one so soon—I was thrilled. I said to the bodyguard, "Kongshan Temple?"
The bodyguard's expression suddenly froze. He didn't want anyone to know he was working for his current "master," but he really hadn't expected this unassuming young man to have figured it out. Had he visited the temple before?
No, impossible! Even if he had visited the main hall, he couldn't possibly recognize me, someone who had been diligently practicing martial arts in the back courtyard!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through the bodyguard's mind. He remembered the young man's seemingly unintentional movement as he dodged his "master." Could it be…?
He had diligently practiced martial arts for decades, yet he hadn't noticed at all!
His expression immediately turned serious. He bowed to the young man before him and said, "Yuan Hui, the twelfth generation disciple of Kongshan Temple!"
Yuan Hui wasn't stupid. He wouldn't risk his life for such a "master." After greeting him, he intended to leave. However, the young man seemed quite interested. Suddenly, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Then, Yuan Hui's ears twitched. A faint, yet clearly audible sound entered his ears like the wind.
"Brother Yuanhui, let's spar a bit. I haven't fought anyone in over two years, and my hands are itching."
"But we'll stop short of a fight..."
Yuanhui's eyes, as big as copper bells, widened in disbelief. He couldn't help but feel a surge of intense disbelief. Could this be the legendary martial arts technique, capable of transmitting sound through the ears?
To experience such wondrous martial arts in his lifetime was unbelievable!
Looking at the young man's face, which held a faint smile, he felt an indescribable sense of awe, like an ancient person seeing a celestial being flying in the sky. He would gladly kneel down in worship, even if it meant no fighting.
Only those dedicated to martial arts training understand what this means; but hearing the last sentence, he knew that the "senior" probably wanted to warm up. Yes, senior—in the world of martial arts, age doesn't matter; those who have mastered it are teachers!
He hung his arms at his sides, bowed deeply, completely ignoring the shocked expression on his "master's" face behind him, and said with utmost respect, "Please enlighten me!"
I placed one hand behind my back and said to Yuanhui, "Come here!"
Yuanhui took a deep breath, his thick, bear-like back suddenly straightening, the muscles in his shoulders and chest bulging, making his suit seem about to burst, until a series of cracking sounds like bones snapping, and a button suddenly popped off.
Then he roared, took a step like a shooting star, clenched his fist, and punched out with a "whoosh." The air in front of him exploded with a "bang," tearing through the air like a firecracker in the countryside, but more muffled.
"Ming Jin!"
I had underestimated him a little, but…
I suddenly extended a finger, like cracking a whip. A barely audible "snap" was heard, and Yuan Hui's powerful fist was deflected. He spun around, his clothes crackling and snapping, all the loose threads and buttons bursting out of thin air.
Yuan Hui suddenly knelt on the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his forehead. When he stood up again, his suit jacket had transformed into what looked like an unsewn piece of cloth draped over his body.
His eyes shone with excitement and shock as he murmured, "A master of Hua Jin…"
The taxi driver behind him had already climbed out of the car, his eyes wide open as if looking at an alien. Although he knew that extraordinary individuals did exist, he never imagined it would be right next to him!
This is incredible!
Yuanhui suddenly knelt down again, this time on both knees, clasped his hands in a fist and kowtowed to me, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"
Only those who practice martial arts would understand the meaning of that finger strike. A subtle, unparalleled internal force was contained within his fingernail, vibrating through his entire body, mobilizing muscles and power generation methods he had never imagined before, tearing all his clothes without damaging the fabric.
His clothes were essentially shattered by his own power!
For him, who had hoped to glimpse the realm of internal force for so many years, this was tantamount to a second life from his master!
I smiled and waved my hand. It was strange, really. I clearly wanted to spar with Yuanhui, but the moment I made my move, I seemed to fall into a strange state, as if…
It was the feeling of watching a child practice martial arts and being compelled to correct them.
Just as I was about to explore this feeling, a slight stinging pain suddenly shot through my mind, stopping my thoughts. Sigh, it seems this is a lingering effect of the injury.
I rubbed my left temple and said to Yuanhui, "You should go. Don't follow that man anymore. He doesn't seem like a good person."
Yuanhui kowtowed heavily again, saying, "I will heed your teachings, Senior!"
After saying that, he walked past Xiang Anping, who was standing there dumbfounded, without looking back. He didn't get into the car but walked straight down the road.
At this moment, Xiang Anping's mind was blank. He simply couldn't understand what had just happened. Why did the bodyguard he had hired at a high price seem to have become that country bumpkin's apprentice, completely ignoring him? As for martial arts, he had absolutely no idea what they were talking about.
It all seemed like a magic trick. Did they already know each other and conspire to toy with him?
Thinking he had finally understood Xiang Anping, he couldn't contain his intense rage, especially after his expensive bodyguard had treated him like air, walking right past him. His anger reached its peak.
The feeling of being humiliated was like being slapped repeatedly across the face, especially by this poorly dressed country bumpkin. He felt he had never been so humiliated in his life. Blinded by rage, he suddenly grinned maliciously and charged towards the car.
"You think you can fight and yell? You think you can act? I'll ram you with my car! You think you can stop me?!"
He opened the car door, slammed on the engine, turned the steering wheel, and aimed the car at the young man. Just as he was about to slam on the gas, a slight creaking sound was heard, and the tightly closed gates of the Luo family slowly swung open.
Then a jet-black car pulled out. Its understated design and custom Mercedes-Benz appearance made it seem unremarkable, but upon seeing the license plate number, Xiang Anping's burning anger seemed to be doused with ice water, instantly cooling down.
That was… the car of Jiang Yingji, the Queen of Shanghai and head of the Jiang Group!