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Chapter 349 The Air In The Mountains
The bus ride from Seoul’s dense urban sprawl into the rugged, forested spine of South Korea was a journey from one world into another. The neon signs and skyscrapers dwindled, replaced by snow-dusted peaks, deep green valleys, and clusters of traditional tile-roofed houses clinging to steep hillsides. The air, when they finally disembarked in the remote village, was so clean and cold it felt like a physical shock, scented with pine smoke and damp earth. The frantic, humiliated energy of the city dojang was left behind, replaced by a quiet, focused anticipation.The village was small, a single main road lined with a few shops, winding upwards into terraced fields and dense woodland. They stood with their duffel bags, looking lost once more, but this time with a specific destination in mind. Approaching an older woman sweeping the steps of a small grocery, Ali used his translation app. “Excuse me. Jun Park? House?”The woman looked at the three foreigners, her expression curious but no
Chapter 348 Striking Deals
The heavy silence in the dojang’s main hall was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of Seoul’s traffic and the soft, defeated groans from Marwan and Laith as they picked themselves up off the unforgiving wooden floor. They sat slumped against the wall, a trio of dejected would-be disciples. The grand narrative of their journey, seeking ancient wisdom at the hands of a legendary master had crumbled into the farcical reality of being effortlessly humiliated by a grumpy old man who seemed to view them as an annoying financial transaction.The minutes stretched into an hour. The initial shock of their defeat settled into a dull, gnawing frustration. It was Laith who finally broke the quiet, his voice a plaintive grumble. “I’m starving.”Marwan let out a long, weary sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. He pushed himself up, his body protesting. “I saw a small supermarket a few blocks back when we were getting lost for the fifth time. I’ll go get some cheap ingredien
Chapter 347 The Face Off
The dawn in Seoul was a cold, grey affair, seeping into their sparse storage room through a single, high window. They woke to the distant sounds of a city already in motion, their bodies aching from the hard floor and the weight of disappointment. Without a word, they performed their wudu with bottled water in the tiny, icy bathroom, then laid out their prayer mats in a row on the dusty floor. The familiar, silent ritual of Fajr prayer in this strange, unwelcoming place was a small anchor, a piece of home they carried within them.After prayers, fueled by a mix of determination and a desperate need to prove their worth, they began their own warm-up. The main training hall, which they hadn't even properly seen the night before, was vast, empty, and freezing. Their breaths came out in plumes of white vapor as they started to run laps around the perimeter, the sound of their footfalls echoing in the hollow space. They moved through a rigorous regimen of dynamic stretches, push-ups, sit-u
Chapter 346 Meeting Master Kim
The transition from the familiar, sun-baked streets of their homeland to the vast, neon-drenched, orderly chaos of Seoul was a sensory shock that left all three of them reeling. Ali, Marwan, and Laith stumbled out of Incheon Airport into a world of towering glass spires, streams of immaculate traffic, and a language that sounded like rapid-fire music utterly devoid of meaning. Their confidence, built on dreams and duffel bags, began to crack at the edges within the first hour.The address for Master Kim Sung-kyu’s dojang, painstakingly written down by Hazim from a memory over a decade old, was their holy grail. It was supposed to be in the Mapo district, a place of traditional homes and old-school gyms.Navigating the efficient, yet utterly incomprehensible, Seoul subway system was their first trial. They missed stops, took trains in the wrong direction, and argued fiercely over the colorful, bewildering maps. By the time they emerged above ground in what they hoped was Mapo, they wer
Chapter 345 Training Trip To Korea
The air in the small apartment was thick with the scent of anticipation and fresh laundry. A half-packed duffel bag lay open on Laith’s bed, surrounded by neatly folded training gear, a Korean phrasebook, and a collection of well-worn martial arts manuals. Laith hummed a tuneless melody as he meticulously checked and re-checked his list, the thrill of the impending journey to Seoul a constant buzz under his skin. This was it. Training at the source. Meeting the legendary Master Kim. Finally stepping out of his brothers’ long shadows and into a forge of his own choosing.The front door opened and closed. Hazim’s familiar, solid footsteps echoed in the hallway. Laith bounded out of his room, his face alight with excitement. “Did you get it?”Hazim stood in the living room, looking slightly weary but with a softness around his eyes. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a thick, plain white envelope. He held it out to Laith
Chapter 344 The Group Grows
The return journey from the desolate train yard to the relative safety of the city was conducted in a heavy, contemplative silence. The three armored figures in the van, white, yellow, and crimson—were like statues, the adrenaline of the fight having bled away, leaving behind the cold residue of its implications. In the back, Professor Riyad huddled under a thermal blanket, shivering more from shock than cold.Once inside the secure confines of the guild headquarters, the oppressive quiet broke. The armor was stowed, replaced by the familiar weight of concern. They gathered in a spartan briefing room, a pot of strong tea steaming in the center of the table.Hazim leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the Professor. "We need to know everything, Professor. Did you see anything? Hear anything that might identify them? Their purpose?"Professor Riyad took a slow sip of tea, his hands trembling slightly. He shook his head, a gesture of profound frustration. "They had a hood over my head from
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