Legend of the Lightning Strike

2. Disband the Martial Arts School!

Bang!

The trainer fell against a wooden window, collapsing, his body trembling as he tried to get up. The old man tried to get up, but his body felt like it had been crushed in his chest. What kind of attack was that? How could it seem like a normal attack, yet it could freeze his entire body, which had been trained in martial arts daily?

The trainer tried to get up again, but his body was still heavy.

"You'll be fine in three days."

The young man's voice was like a doctor's verdict. And, sure enough, the trainer tried to get up, but his body felt crushed. He even used all his inner strength, but it still felt like his energy flow was blocked. The young man was right; this was an internal injury.

"Help me!" the trainer shouted, and four students hesitantly and slowly approached him and began to lift him to his feet. They began supporting him, two on either side. The other two followed closely behind.

After only five steps, the trainer was supported when a burly man with black lion tattoos on his right and left arms stepped forward, followed by five men behind him firmly. The man with the lion tattoo noticed the man being supported; it was one of his best students, assigned to train the inner disciples.

The trainer being supported passed the burly, tattooed man and lowered his gaze in shame. Meanwhile, the man with double tattoos on his right and left arms watched him as he passed. After a moment, he returned his gaze, and the five men behind him followed.

The tattooed man's gaze now shifted completely to the young man with a sharp, relaxed gaze. The young man appeared relaxed and stared at the 40-year-old man, whose physique truly indicated a skilled martial artist with extensive experience in the martial arts world and a long history of combat.

The tattooed man and the young man's gazes met. From their gazes alone, it seemed like a spiritual battle. It seemed as if both men were exerting some kind of pressure from their inner strength or energy.

This was evident in the fact that several Black Lion sect disciples around them felt a gust of wind blow against them. They had to defend their positions using whatever energy they had.

"Let us finish him off, Chief!"

A man with a silver bracelet on his right hand approached the tattooed man, his eyes burning with rage as he saw the young man in gray, like a warrior from the mountains. His eyes narrowed again, as if he wanted to crush the bones of the young man standing firmly before them.

However, the man who had been called the chief, the man with tattoos on his right and left arms, gestured with his right hand for him to step back. The man speaking to the chief also stepped back, but his gaze remained filled with rage.

"What is your purpose here, Young Man?" The tattooed man with a gold bracelet on his forehead spoke calmly, but he held back his words because all the disciples were watching.

"Very well," the young man raised his right hand and pointed at the man who was said to be the chief, "Disband the Black Lion Sect!"

Whoosh!

A strong gust of water suddenly hit everyone's faces. Everyone felt like there had been a burst of overwhelming energy, collapsing into anyone who tried to block the gust of wind.

"Haa... ha... ha..." A booming laugh broke the silence. It was the tattooed man, the leader of the Black Lion sect, Drapuda. He laughed so hard, as if the joke wasn't funny at all, especially since a kid was telling him to close his seat. Seriously!

"Leader! Let us crush him!"

"Yes, Leader!"

"Leave it to us!"

The five important figures behind Drapuda refused to accept the insult. They demanded that the leader be the one to finish the young man. However, once again, Drapuda wanted to show his students that their leader, Drapuda, must finish the duel to raise the sect's prestige and not be humiliated.

"Very well, arrogant youth! We will duel. Defeat me! Then the Black Lion sect will be disbanded. However, if you lose, what do you want to bet?" Drapuda grinned, as if he had the upper hand. He had fought battle after battle, and experience naturally triumphed over the inexperienced. He was very confident in his renowned abilities as one of the most respected leaders on the continent of Orpris.

The young man smiled, "Remember, Sect Leader, that is your promise. And, if I lose, take my life and use my body as a warning so that no one else dares to cause trouble in your sect again!"

It was a truly adrenaline-pumping challenge. Drapuda nodded his head in agreement. He would finish the duel quickly, leaving the students in awe and even more convinced of the strength of this school. This was one quick way to convince them.

The wind howled angrily, and a clash of energies erupted. Especially from Drapuda's body, the five important figures in the school immediately retreated. They understood that this was a true battle, meaning a duel between two people, and they were not to be interfered with.

Drapuda swung his fists to the side, his elbows wide open. His punch seemed to be imbued with energy. Drapuda was completely serious, angry that his students had been humiliated. It was also time for revenge. His right foot slowly moved backward, preparing a firm stance.

And...

Whoosh...

What incredible speed! The students were amazed by the school leader's movements. His speed was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. He charged at full speed and attacked the young man.

The young man dodged the attacks with his right and left hands, alternating like a grilling machine. He retreated step by step, dodging with all his might the Black Lion School's famous finishing blow.

The Black Lion Fist itself is a concentrated form of energy centered on the tip of their fist, and their physical training is well-known in the martial arts world.

Drapuda's attacks grew faster and alternated without interruption. The young man continued to dodge, his eyes clear as he watched his opponent's movements. He swerved to the right, and Drapuda reacted swiftly and jumped to the right, launching an attack. The young man retreated, advancing nimbly, sideways, and attempted to avoid all the attacks aimed at him.

"Quite agile, you kid! But! It seems your trick is only to escape, huh!"

Drapuda gathered his energy, spreading it from both hands to the left and right of his body. The energy blocked the young man's movements from the sides, above, and behind. The immense energy seemed to restrain the young man's speed. At that moment, Drapuda gathered energy in his right fist and charged straight at the slowed young man.

The Golden Lion's powerful punches were swift and powerful, heading towards the young man.

Boommmm!