I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

The latter slightly furrowed his brows, "Master Chen, isn't this a bit too much?"

The body of a martial artist, trained and honed, is like a precision machine; missing an arm or a leg is akin to missing a crucial part of that machine, greatly troubling its overall function.

Especially since their practiced technique was the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword, the essence of which resided in the limbs—amputating a hand was not just about losing the hand itself.

To say it would be crippling was an understatement.

"Too much?" Chen Fuguang glanced at Su Bijin, his eyes playful.

He leaned back on the couch, hands crossed and resting on his crossed knee, speaking lightly:

"You might not know how much my mentor values my little junior brother. If he were to find out his disciple had encountered such treatment, chopping off a hand or two wouldn't suffice, even if your master Jiao Hongyuan came, he might not be able to handle it."

Su Bijin's expression changed.

Escalating things to involve Li Qi was something he couldn't accept.

Currently in a critical period, if he upset Hidden Dragon Dojo and they discovered anything, even a slight trace, it would be catastrophic for him and Golden Wind Dojo.

With this in mind, Su Bijin clenched his teeth, his left hand miming a knife's edge, and harshly chopped towards Duan Kaiping.

"Shh."

Without much ado, one of Duan Kaiping's arms quietly fell off, the cut so clean that neither bone nor flesh showed any ragged edges.

"Aahhhh!!"

Clutching his severed limb with his other hand, Duan Kaiping screams agonizingly, chillingly.

This sudden act stunned everyone in the private room, even Xue Jing and Chen Fuguang paused for a moment.

That was decisive? Just like that?

"Is this… good enough now?"

Su Bijin suppressed the anger and frustration simmering inside him, slowly said.

Being forced to amputate his own subordinate's hand was a tremendous humiliation for a gang leader, a severe blow to his authority.

If he couldn't protect his own men, who would follow him in the future?

But he had no choice; messing up the big plans of those security companies would put them at risk. They might be fine, but they would push all the blame onto Golden Wind Dojo, and the consequences would be much graver than the humiliation he was facing now.

Su Bijin had no choice.

"..."

Chen Fuguang gave him a deep look and then said:

"Little junior brother, let's go."

After finishing, he stood up and walked out of the private room.

Xue Jing, thoughtfully nodding, followed behind Chen Fuguang.

In the room, only Duan Kaiping's wails echoed.

Disturbed by the sounds, Su Bijin pointed at the hand on the floor and shouted:

"Pick up the hand, pick up the hand!!"

Duan Kaiping, sweating profusely from pain, still managed to shakily pick up the fallen hand.

Su Bijin took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and seeing none of his people moving, he cursed:

"Are you all blind? Light my cigarette!"

His men finally snapped to action, urgently fishing out lighters from their pockets.

Su Bijin lit his cigarette, taking a harsh drag, pulling almost the whole cigarette through in one go, then slowly exhaled the smoke.

Amidst swirling smoke, his gloomy gaze followed the direction in which the Chen brothers had left.

...

"Master Chen, Master Chen, I truly thank you this time!"

At the entrance of the Fist Competing Pavilion, Boss Zhao grasped Chen Fuguang's hand, swinging it up and down, his chubby face grinning like a bloomed old chrysanthemum, ecstatically happy.

Chen Fuguang sighed, "Taking money for services. there's no need for thanks, Boss Zhao, no need for formality."

The two exchanged pleasantries before Boss Zhao finally took his leave to take possession of the plot of land he had acquired through the Fist Competition agreement.

Chen Fuguang, with Xue Jing in tow, got into the car, turned the ignition, and slowly drove out of the parking lot before he said thoughtfully,

"This Su Bijin has a problem."

Xue Jing also had many questions, and upon hearing Chen Fuguang bring it up, he asked, "Senior Brother Chen, what is your take?"

Chen Fuguang held the steering wheel as the car stopped at a traffic light intersection.

"These gangsters are famously hot-tempered. My original intention was to provoke him into making a move, to teach him a lesson and stand up for you, but I didn't expect him to be able to endure it and actually prefer to chop off his subordinate's hand to keep the peace rather than blow things up."

The light turned red, and Chen Fuguang pressed the gas pedal.

"That being so, I felt I couldn't bully him too much, otherwise it would have seemed that we were in the wrong."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, "Great patience often precedes great strategy."

Chen Fuguang nodded, "Exactly, that's what I thought as well."

"We need to investigate what Golden Wind Dojo has been up to recently... Such vengeful gangsters will not let things rest. We should also find an opportunity to completely disable them. When we get back, I will discuss this matter with Master and Senior Brother."

Xue Jing looked apologetic, "I have caused trouble for Senior Brother and Master."

Chen Fuguang waved his hand and smiled, "Don't say that. Between brothers, what's a little trouble?"

"We martial artists are fierce and competitive. It's inevitable that we get into trouble outside. I have had Master and Senior Brother clean up after me many times, but none of that matters."

"Sooner or later, we will likely need your help, Junior Brother."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded his head.

...

Two days later, Hidden Dragon Dojo, in the training room.

Xue Jing ceased his practice of the Coiling Dragon Art, standing on the hardwood floor, slowly steadying his breath.

The pool of sweat at his feet was so exaggerated it could make one question how the human body can hold so much fluid.

[You conducted one practice session of Coiling Dragon Art Posture Skills, Fitness Experience Points +208]

[You conducted one practice session of Coiling Dragon Art Posture Skills, Channeling Energy Experience Points +201]

[Fitness level increased to Lv5 (59/2000)]

[Channeling Energy level increased to Lv3 (198/800)]

Xue Jing's body crackled crisply, and his comprehensive physical quality suddenly jumped up a notch, receiving an overall enhancement.

He clenched his hands, Power surged with his breath, and a patch of skin on his arm suddenly bulged as if a mouse was scurrying beneath it.

Moving his fingers, the mouse swiftly moved up to his forefinger. Xue Jing positioned his thumb and forefinger in a flicking gesture, and with a snap,

a single flick made a powerful explosive sound!

"Excellent! 'Power Through Fingertips', 'Finger Flicking Strike'. I didn't expect that besides your exceptional physical talent, you would also possess such great skill in channeling energy,"

Li Qi, sitting in a wheelchair, clapped and laughed.

Looking at the disciple in front of him, who could not be more satisfying, Li Qi felt even his receding hairline shine a bit brighter.

"There's an old adage in boxing, 'A good sound is worth its weight in gold.' In the Old Era, anyone who could direct their Power to the tips of their fingers and execute a 'Finger Flicking Strike' would be considered a master and respectfully called 'Master' outside the home."

A satisfied expression appeared on Xue Jing's face, and he smiled, saying,

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

Li Qi hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Your progress has been so rapid, far beyond my expectations. Perhaps you could try the next step ahead of schedule."

Xue Jing asked in confusion, "The next step? Do you mean the Armor Shaking Skill?"

Li Qi shook his head, "No, the Visualization Method."

"The Coiling Dragon Art Posture Skills aim to 'cultivate Dragon Qi,' but where does this Dragon Qi come from? It emanates from the heart!"

"You must nurture a dragon within your own heart."

...