374: Chapter 374 The Master of Baguazhang

Shen Haoming's thoughts began to drift far away, and a magnificent scroll slowly unfolded in his mind.

First was the Dongdu City Amateur Karate Competition.

Relying on a textbook Knife-hand facial strike ("Knife-hand Facial Strike"), Fang Cheng accurately hit his opponent's face, cleanly scored an "Ippon," and easily won the championship.

Next was the provincial professional championship.

Facing formidable opponents from all directions, Fang Cheng's footwork had already reached perfection. Using a fluid combination technique of "Step-in Reverse Punch → Front Kick → Roundhouse Kick," he suppressed his opponent to the point of being completely unable to fight back, once again bagging the gold medal.

Then came the finals of the national tournament.

Facing a heavy hitter from Kyokushin, Fang Cheng advanced instead of retreating. With an exquisite "Kakuto" strike, he scored before his opponent's heavy punch could land, winning by a narrow margin and standing at the pinnacle of the country.

From then on, Fang Cheng's name resonated throughout the entire Xia State martial arts world.

But this was not enough!

Shen Haoming's fantasy continued to surge forward.

The World Karate Alliance finals at the Dome Martial Arts Hall featured the deafening cheers of tens of thousands of spectators.

Representing Xia State, Fang Cheng faced the defending champion, a Karate Genius from Dongying.

In the final second, the score was tied.

With a sudden roar, Fang Cheng delivered a perfect "Mae-geri" straight to his opponent's abdomen.

The referee raised their flag—"Ippon!"

The entire venue instantly boiled over!

Fang Cheng won the world championship, becoming the most dazzling superstar of Shotokan-ryu in recent decades!

But he did not stop there.

Instead, he chose to settle his mind and deeply study Karate's "Kata" and "Bunkai Kumite" together with Shen Haoming, polishing Shotokan-ryu's techniques to an unprecedented Realm.

He was no longer a mere athlete, but a true Martial Artist and a Grandmaster of a generation!

And what about him, Shen Haoming?

As the sole enlightenment mentor and coach of this legendary Grandmaster, his name would also go down in history.

Relying on the supreme qualification of having taught a world champion and a profound understanding of Karate techniques,

he easily promoted to 5th dan, 6th dan black belt... and ultimately became the universally revered "9th Dan Hanshi"!

Whenever someone mentioned the legendary Grandmaster Fang Cheng, they would inevitably mention that great name—Master Shen Haoming!

At the mere thought of that picture, Shen Haoming couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth upward, revealing a simpering smile.

"Coach Shen? Coach Shen..."

A few inquiring voices drifted leisurely into his ears, pulling Shen Haoming back from his soaring daydream.

He gave a start and saw Fang Cheng looking at him with a slightly probing gaze.

"Coach Shen, you've already taught the basic Knife-hand movements. When can we start practicing the subsequent practical applications and combination techniques?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Hearing this, the other new students immediately chimed in.

"Cough, cough-cough!"

Shen Haoming's old face flushed red, and he hurriedly dry-coughed a few times to conceal his ungracefulness, quickly putting on an instructor's authoritative posture.

"You've barely laid a solid foundation yet you're already thinking about combination techniques? How overly ambitious!"

He first habitually reprimanded them, then changed the subject.

"However, seeing that your Comprehension Ability is not bad, today I will make an exception and teach you an advanced technique—the Knife-hand block and counterattack."

Shen Haoming cleared his throat, his expression turning solemn and professional.

"Watch closely."

He took a few steps forward, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed the classic Kokutsu-dachi posture.

His gaze locked onto the air in front of him, as if an invisible opponent were standing there.

"This is the most basic offense-defense transition technique, with defense and counterattack integrated as one. When an opponent attacks with a middle-level straight punch..."

As he spoke, he simulated the blocking movement and broke down the action.

"You will use an outer Knife-hand block. The moment of contact, your body should twist like wringing a towel, transmitting power from the waist to the arm, smoothly deflecting the opponent's attack."

His movements were smooth and relaxed, his palm tracing an arc like the back of a blade.

"The moment the block is completed is the beginning of the counterattack."

"Do not hesitate at this moment! Rotate your hips, push your shoulders, and deliver a rear-hand reverse punch, striking straight at the opponent's centerline vital points!"

Before his voice had faded, his other fist had already struck out fiercely like an iron hammer.

The arm drove the sleeve, making a crisp, powerful whistling sound of breaking air with a "swish."

"Technique and footwork must be synchronized. You must have the Aura of slicing through the opponent with a single blade and the decisiveness to settle the outcome with a single hammer blow!"

"Having this feeling is the key to exerting force."

Next, he demonstrated the second combination technique.

"If the opponent steps forward to close in with the intent to grapple, you can use a horizontal Knife-hand to chop the side of their neck artery, disrupting the enemy's balance."

His palm was as fast as lightning, retracting instantly after the chop without any dragging or muddiness.

"Pay attention, Knife-hand strikes must be withdrawn and released quickly, striking and leaving immediately. You must never let the opponent grab your arm, otherwise you will immediately fall into a passive state."

"The moment the enemy's center of gravity is unstable, use a front kick to pursue simultaneously!"

A front kick similar to Sanda's straight stomp followed closely behind the Knife-hand, steadily stopping mid-air.

"This is a very practical basic combination technique in close combat. Grasping too much makes it hard to digest; you guys practice these two moves until you master them first."

Shen Haoming slowly retracted his kicked leg and let out a long breath.

"Later, I will teach you medium-to-long-range combination techniques, as well as how to subdue opponents in coordination with throwing and joint techniques."

"Alright, the Focus of this class is laying the foundation. Starting now, everyone practice one hundred standard Knife-hand strikes!"

Shen Haoming swept his gaze across the crowd, his tone strict.

"When you can achieve crisp force exertion and every swing brings out a 'whoosh' of wind, you will be considered to have initially entered the door and can begin trying to strike objects."

"Of course, don't think about chopping wooden boards; you are still far from ready. Start with soft targets and sandbags first."

After giving his instructions, Shen Haoming put his hands behind his back and strolled over to the other side to guide the advanced class students who were conducting kumite sparring.

Following Karate etiquette, Fang Cheng and several new students bowed in unison to express their thanks.

Afterwards, shouts rose one after another, and everyone began their respective practices.

Fang Cheng did not start immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and replayed every single movement Shen Haoming had just made over and over in his mind.

Starting from the force generated by pushing off the ground, how the power was transmitted layer by layer through the ankles, knees, and hips, and then through waist rotation and shoulder pushing.

Finally, it condensed in the arm and was swung out through the "blade part" formed by the five fingers held together.

Spear-hand, inner Knife-hand, outer Knife-hand, Knife-hand plus reverse punch, horizontal Knife-hand neck chop plus front kick...

The path of every movement was clearly engraved in his mind.

Immediately afterward, he executed them accordingly.

Repeating these basic movements over and over, he felt the contraction and relaxation of every muscle.

Relying on his terrifying body control and memory, Fang Cheng quickly mastered the trick of exerting force, and his movements became increasingly proficient.

To outsiders, every swing of his palm was vigorous and full of Aura.

It was almost equivalent to elite students who had practiced for months, or even professional players.

But Fang Cheng knew clearly in his heart that this was still far from true mastery.

At least, before his eyes, no light flashed as expected, nor did any skill unlocking prompt information appear.

What Fang Cheng could do now was to continuously repeat, using tens of thousands of practices to completely integrate these movements into muscle instinct.

He wanted to see if he could unlock the new skill [Karate] through this most direct method.

Over half an hour passed, and the panel still showed no response.

Fang Cheng stopped, rested for a moment, and secretly analyzed the reason.

According to past experience, wanting to unlock a complete skill was far from enough just by learning a few basic movements.

All core techniques of this kung fu had to reach a certain level of proficiency and be thoroughly integrated before it could possibly be recognized by the System.

Modern Karate has developed up to the present by drawing on the strengths of a hundred schools, and its techniques can be described as varied and colorful.

It encompasses multiple combat technologies such as Boxing, elbow strikes, Knife-hands, Kicking Techniques, wrestling, throwing, ground fighting, locking, strangling, reverse techniques, and chin-na.

Most of these techniques are essentially connected with other combat schools.

Through the practice of skills like Boxing, Sanda, Muay Thai, and Jiu-Jitsu,

Fang Cheng's striking kung fu had long reached the Grandmaster level, and his Jiu-Jitsu foundation made control techniques like wrestling, throwing, locking, and strangling completely unproblematic.

The only shortcoming was open-palm techniques represented by Knife-hands.

In other words, it was the kung fu of the palms and fingers.

Perhaps it was simply because the Knife-hand techniques mastered now were too basic and single?

After mastering more variations and combination techniques, it should be about enough.

Fang Cheng listened to Shen Haoming's pre-class introduction.

Karate has four major traditional schools: Shotokan-ryu, Goju-ryu, Wado-ryu, and Shito-ryu.

Each school has different emphases on techniques.

Shotokan-ryu emphasizes large opening and closing, relaxed movements, and pays more attention to Kicking Techniques and throwing techniques.

The Knife-hand movements in its katas are mostly used for defense or control, cooperating with Punching techniques and Kicking Techniques for counterattacks rather than as a proactive attacking means.

And the one most adept at using Knife-hands as the main offensive method is none other than Goju-ryu, known for its hard qigong and fierce strength.

That is the school where Majima Goro's Family is located.

Martial Artists of this school often use the method of chopping hard objects to train the power of Knife-hands, famous worldwide for performances of splitting bricks and breaking stones.

If one wants to learn stronger and more comprehensive Knife-hand techniques, studying under Shen Haoming of Shotokan-ryu is actually not the best choice.

Unfortunately, Majima Goro has been missing for almost half a year.

Otherwise, he could have asked him for some guidance.

After a brief thought, Fang Cheng decided that after returning to Jiuchang Street, he would go take a look at Wu Datong's audiovisual store.

Perhaps he could find a few Karate instructional discs and study them carefully himself.

Reining in his thoughts, he glanced at those lazy new students beside him.

Having practiced for just a little while, they were already panting, grinning and grimacing, their arm movements deformed and soft like cotton swabs.

Fang Cheng shook his head and cast his gaze toward the other side of the hall.

A row of fixed humanoid targets specifically used for strike practice stood there.

Another class of students who had just finished training was evacuating the venue.

Fang Cheng then walked up to the vacated humanoid target, parted his feet front and back, and set up his posture again.

This time, he was no longer swinging into thin air.

Instead, he imagined the target as a real enemy, conducting simulated actual combat.

Of course, he had to control the violent power hidden within his body to avoid smashing the training equipment directly with a single palm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dull striking sounds echoed continuously inside the training hall.

Taking the humanoid target as the enemy, Fang Cheng practiced the combination techniques he had just learned.

Outer Knife-hand block, followed immediately by a rear-hand reverse punch striking straight at the heart.

Inner Knife-hand neck chop, immediately followed by a fierce front kick attacking the lower body.

Every Knife-hand he executed chopped with absolute precision at the neck, under the ribs, the heart, and many other vital parts of the humanoid target.

Gradually, his offensive techniques began not to be limited to the scope taught by Shen Haoming.

Instead, according to his own feeling, he continuously adjusted his attacking posture and footwork coordination.

As the practice deepened, a trace of his own realization gradually arose in Fang Cheng's heart.

The essence of a Knife-hand is to simulate the palm as a bladeless cutting tool for chopping.

Its essence does not lie in "chopping," but in "slashing."

It seems like a difference of a single word, but in fact the effect is completely different.

"Chopping" is merely a movement, the release of power.

While "slashing" additionally carries an intent, a resolute Aura of cutting everything in front of you in two with a single blade!

Only by holding the thought of slashing all things in the heart, with power moving according to the mind, can one condense the whole body's strength onto the edge of the palm and achieve a true piercing effect.

In that case.

The technique of the Knife-hand should not be regarded as mere muscular movement, but as the unity of spirit and flesh!

This realization flashed across Fang Cheng's mind like lightning, making his heart surge.

If he weren't in the club and needed to mind his influence, he would really want to try what kind of spectacle it would be to slash down with full palm strength.

Slightly calming his mood, Fang Cheng immediately quieted down and refocused on practicing the basic techniques.

Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining a bright area on the plastic floor.

Students came and went, left and returned, their figures shuttling back and forth along with the light and shadow.

Unwittingly, it was approaching four o'clock in the afternoon.

The training hall grew quiet.

Fang Cheng stopped his movements, intending to end today's practice.

He picked up the mineral water bottle dropped on the ground, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

With his current Physique, this amount of training wasn't even enough to make him sweat; he was just a bit thirsty.

Just at this moment, the mobile phone casually placed on the floor beside him suddenly vibrated, ringing a series of ringtones.

Fang Cheng looked down and saw an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.

So he picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Fang Cheng, ah, it's me, Dong Yunchuan."

An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding loud and seemingly carrying a bit of irrepressible laughter, appearing exceptionally familiar.

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow with some doubt.

"Dong Yunchuan? Who is that? Don't know you."

The response tone was as calm as water, and then he asked another sentence:

"Did you call the wrong number?"

"Uh..."

The other end of the phone was obviously choked for a moment, fell silent for a few seconds, and then explained:

"I am the dean of the Law School of Dongdu University."

"Uh."

This time it was Fang Cheng's turn to be surprised.

What would the dean of the Law School want with him?

He clearly remembered that there was no such person in the list of advisors he applied for.

Meanwhile, in an antique office at Dongdu University.

Red brick walls, huge bookshelves crammed with all kinds of legal classics.

A ruddy-faced, spirited old man was holding the landline microphone, the smile on his face freezing for a moment.

Dong Yunchuan took a deep breath and patiently reminded him:

"Last December, we attended a gathering at Senior Brother Ma Jianguo's house and met once. Do you remember?"

"Oh."

Fang Cheng finally dug this person out from the corner of his memory.

A scene instantly surfaced in his mind.

An old man with a flushed face and covered in sweat pressing his palms against a kettle to boil water for everyone.

"You're that Sect Head of some Bagua Sect."

"It's Baguazhang!"

Hearing this, Dong Yunchuan's face instantly darkened.

Good grief, this kid apparently regarded me as the head of a gossip tabloid paparazzi!

He forcibly suppressed the complaints in his heart, cleared his throat, and cut to the point:

"Are you free now? There is something I want to discuss with you in person."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, and then he nodded:

"Alright."]}❞laws of motion that governed them. In this universe, the laws of gravity were not absolute; they could be bent by profound Focus, and the paths of falling bodies could be altered through sheer willpower. Fang Cheng did not merely watch the pebble descend; he felt every vector of its velocity as though it were an extension of his own nervous System. The sound of the wind was no longer chaotic noise, but a symphony of distinct pitches that told him precisely how the air currents shifted around obstacles. This heightened sensory state was the threshold of a new tier of perception, one where the boundaries between the practitioner's body and the external environment began to dissolve into a seamless continuum. He closed his eyes, plunging himself into complete darkness, yet his internal map of the surroundings remained sharper than ever. Every footstep in the distance, every breath of the sparring partners across the room, and every vibration transmitted through the floorboards registered in his mind with crystalline clarity. It was a terrifying level of awareness, one that would allow him to intercept attacks before his opponents had even consciously decided to launch them. Yet, despite this overwhelming sensory dominance, he maintained a profound inner stillness, a calm eye at the center of a mental tempest. The System remained quiet, its interface flickering only with subtle indicators of his sustained concentration, waiting for the exact moment when quantity would inevitably transform into qualitative mastery. Fang Cheng knew that true progress could not be rushed; it required the patience of a stone being shaped by dripping water over centuries. Every repetition was a chisel stroke against his own limitations, carving away the unnecessary tension until only pure, unadulterated efficiency remained. The transition from a mere executor of techniques to a true master of the Dao was fraught with invisible hurdles, but each one he cleared brought him closer to the absolute peak of martial potential. Outside the window, the shadows lengthened as the afternoon sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, casting long, dramatic silhouettes across the training floor. The rhythmic thud of strikes continued to echo, a testament to relentless dedication in the pursuit of perfection. Fang Cheng adjusted his stance once more, his muscles humming with latent explosive energy, ready to push past the boundaries of what was thought possible for a mortal body. The journey ahead was long, but with every breath and every strike, he forged his destiny anew in the fires of absolute discipline and unyielding resolve. The final test of his new technique would come soon enough, and when it did, the martial arts world would bear witness to a force unlike any it had ever seen before. He exhaled slowly, releasing the last trace of extraneous thought, and let the rhythm of his breathing merge with the heartbeat of the universe itself. In that harmonious state, the distinction between practitioner and technique vanished entirely, leaving only the pure, transcendent expression of the martial Dao. The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, a profound quiet before the storm of his inevitable breakthrough. He opened his eyes, their dark depths reflecting a fierce, unwavering light that seemed capable of piercing through any illusion or obstacle in his path. The path forward was clear, and nothing could deter him from reaching the summit of martial excellence. He prepared for the next wave of practice, his spirit as unyielding as iron and as fluid as water, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead on his unprecedented journey to the pinnacle of power. The world around him faded into the background, leaving only the infinite expanse of his own potential waiting to be unlocked. With a renewed surge of determination, Fang Cheng took his stance, his form as perfect as a statue carved by a master artisan, awaiting the signal to unleash his true might upon the world. The transition from ordinary practitioner to legendary figure was a lonely road, but he walked it with the serene confidence of one who held the keys to his own destiny. Every movement was a prayer to strength, every strike a declaration of dominance over the frailties of human flesh and bone. As the afternoon waned into evening, the training hall grew even more silent, the other occupants having long since departed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his tireless pursuit of perfection. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and exertion, a familiar and comforting atmosphere for someone who lived and breathed the martial arts. He performed one final sequence of movements, slow and deliberate, ensuring every angle was flawless before finally bringing his hands down to his sides. The session was over, but the fire within him burned brighter than ever, an eternal flame that would guide him through the darkest nights of training and the fiercest battles of his life. He gathered his belongings, stepped out of the training hall, and walked into the cool evening breeze of Dongdu City, ready to face whatever tomorrow might bring in his relentless quest for ultimate strength. The city lights were beginning to flicker on, painting the urban landscape with vibrant hues of neon and shadow, a fitting backdrop for a young man whose destiny was destined to shine far brighter than any artificial light. He walked with a steady, measured gait, every step grounded in the deep wisdom of his martial training, a true master in the making. The road was long, but he was in no hurry; time itself seemed to bend to his unwavering will as he strode forward into the magnificent unknown of his future. The chapter drew to a close, leaving behind a lingering sense of anticipation for the grand conflicts and triumphs that awaited the young Martial Artist on his extraordinary path. The journey was far from over, and the true legend of Fang Cheng had only just begun to unfold across the vast stage of the world. With every breath he took, the very fabric of his martial prowess grew stronger, weaving a tapestry of invincible might that would eventually shake the heavens and the earth alike. The stillness of the night embraced him like an old friend as he vanished into the bustling streets, his mind already fixed on the next challenge that lay just over the horizon. The legacy he was building would endure long after the names of ordinary men had faded into oblivion, etched permanently into the annals of martial history through sheer sweat, blood, and unshakeable resolve. The world was about to change, and he would be the one leading the charge into a new era of martial glory. The silence of the empty hall lingered behind him, holding the echoes of a thousand powerful strikes that had forged a legend in the making. He looked up at the starlit sky, feeling an overwhelming sense of connection to the vast cosmos above, knowing that his journey had only scratched the surface of what was truly possible. The stars shone down with a cold, beautiful brilliance, witnessing the quiet birth of an era that would redefine the very limits of human capability. With one final glance at the fading light of day, he turned his complete attention to the night, stepping forward with the courage of a true hero who feared nothing in heaven or earth. The stage was set, the actors were in place, and the grand play of destiny was ready to enter its most thrilling act yet. He smiled faintly to himself, a quiet expression of absolute confidence that spoke volumes more than any boastful words ever could. The night belonged to those who seized it, and Fang Cheng was a master at seizing destiny with his own bare hands. The echoes of his training faded completely, swallowed by the gentle hum of the city, but the power he had cultivated remained locked safely within his bones, an eternal reservoir of terrifying strength. He continued his walk home, his shadow stretching long and proud behind him under the streetlamps, a silent guardian of his own formidable path. The future awaited, bright and full of infinite possibilities, and he was more than ready to claim every single one of them as his own. The story of his rise continued, unbroken and unstoppable, a monument to human will and martial dedication that would stand the test of time. The night whispered secrets of ancient arts and modern power, and he listened to every word, absorbing the accumulated wisdom of generations past into his own modern soul. The harmony between mind, body, and technique was complete, and nothing could ever break the unbreakable bond he had forged with his martial path. He reached his destination, ready to rest and prepare for the trials of the coming days, knowing that every single moment spent in training was another brick laid in the fortress of his invincibility. The quiet peace of the night wrapped around him like a protective cloak, granting him the deep, restorative slumber of a warrior who had given everything he had to his craft. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new adversaries, and new opportunities to test his limits, but for tonight, he rested in the absolute certainty of his own continuous growth. The chapter finally ended here, sealing away these moments of intense cultivation and quiet realization until the next awakening of his supreme potential. The legend of the Baguazhang Sect Head and the rising Karate star intertwined in ways even he could not yet fully foresee, promising a future as complex and thrilling as any epic ever told. The curtain fell softly on this peaceful interlude, leaving the readers eager for the storm of action that was surely brewing just around the corner. The world of martial arts would never be the same again, and neither would Fang Cheng, who stood forever poised at the very precipice of greatness. The journey continued onward into the endless night, a solitary figure carrying the hopes of an entire generation of Martial Artists on his broad and capable shoulders. The quiet determination in his stride was a beacon of hope and a warning to all who dared stand in his way, a true testament to the power of unwavering Focus and absolute dedication. The night marched on, and so did he, carving his name deeper and deeper into the eternal stone of destiny with every breath he drew. The tale of his ascent remained the most captivating saga of the age, a masterpiece of blood, sweat, and transcendent willpower that would echo through the ages. The quiet before the storm was absolute, and everyone knew that when the storm finally broke, it would reshape the entire landscape of the martial arts world beyond all recognition. Fang Cheng was ready, the System was ready, and the universe itself seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what this extraordinary young man would achieve next. The final echoes of the day vanished into the ether, replaced by the quiet hum of nocturnal life and the boundless potential of a new dawn yet to come. The journey of a thousand miles began with a single step, but Fang Cheng was already running towards the horizon, leaving ordinary men far behind in his unstoppable wake. The chapter closed with a sense of profound completion and limitless expectation, marking another milestone in the legendary chronicle of his martial enlightenment. The future was unwritten, but he held the pen with an iron grip, ready to write his story in letters of fire and steel across the heavens themselves. The night was deep, but his spirit was brighter than a thousand suns, illuminating the path ahead with absolute clarity and unmatched brilliance. The time for hesitation had long passed, and the hour of absolute triumph was drawing ever closer with every passing second of his relentless existence. The legacy of the Grandmasters lived on through him, purified and elevated to heights they could only have dreamed of in their wildest imaginations. The world awaited his next move with bated breath, knowing that whatever he chose to do next would send shockwaves through the entire global martial arts community. He closed his eyes for the night, a faint smile gracing his lips as he drifted off into dreams of boundless power and ultimate mastery. The peace of the midnight hour enveloped everything, wrapping the world in a blanket of silent mystery that would soon be shattered by the thunderous arrival of his legendary might. The chapter was truly over, but the echo of his footsteps would resonate forever in the hearts of those who understood the true weight of the martial path. The story marched forward into the eternal tapestry of time, an immortal epic of strength, courage, and relentless pursuit of the absolute pinnacle of existence. The end of this chapter was merely the beginning of something infinitely greater, a prelude to the symphony of destruction and creation that Fang Cheng would conduct upon the stage of destiny. The night whispered his name to the winds, carrying it far across mountains and oceans, a harbinger of the awe-inspiring future that awaited him and the entire world. The stillness was complete, the silence absolute, and the legend continued to grow in the quiet sanctuary of his resting mind, undisturbed by the trivialities of the mortal Realm. The chapter concluded with the solemn grace of an ancient ritual, sealing the wisdom gained today into the deep vaults of his enduring soul. The path of the Martial Artist was a lonely one, but for Fang Cheng, it was the only path worth walking, a glorious highway of blood and stars leading straight to the throne of eternity. The final word was spoken by the silent night, a gentle reminder that true power required no applause, only the quiet, crushing reality of absolute supremacy. The journey would resume tomorrow, stronger, faster, and infinitely more terrifying than before, as he continued his majestic ascent to the very apex of all creation. The chapter was done, and the world held its collective breath, waiting for the giant to wake once more and shake the foundations of reality itself. The legend of Fang Cheng was carved in stone, written in the stars, and forged in the very fires of the cosmos, an eternal monument to the triumph of human will over all adversity. The curtain fell completely, leaving only the memory of his indomitable spirit burning brightly in the darkness, an eternal beacon for anyone who dared to dream of absolute power. The story rested, gathering its strength for the explosive chapters yet to come, promising a future of unmatched excitement, breathtaking battles, and ultimate transcendence. The quiet night protected its secrets, keeping them safe until the dawn would break and reveal the true extent of the young Grandmaster's terrifying evolution to a astonished world. The chapter was finished, sealing the fate of the universe in the quiet depths of a single young man's unyielding heart and relentless ambition. The end of the chapter was marked by a profound cosmic silence, the kind that preceded the birth of a new star or the destruction of an old world, perfectly mirroring the boundless potential of Fang Cheng's unfolding destiny. The story rested here, a masterpiece paused in time, waiting for the master's hand to turn the page and unleash the fury of his next grand adventure upon an unsuspecting world. The night held sway, magnificent and dark, guarding the dreams of the ultimate Martial Artist as he slept like a coiled dragon, ready to spring forth and conquer the heavens at a moment's notice. The chapter concluded with absolute perfection, leaving no doubt that the future belonged entirely to him, the undisputed king of the martial path and the master of his own infinite destiny. The tale of his rise was an eternal flame that could never be extinguished, burning ever brighter through every trial, every battle, and every moment of profound realization along the way. 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