Chapter 172 - Hidden Secret
Jiang Hao gazed at the elderly man with eyes full of admiration and couldn't help but exclaim, “Wow, grandpa, you're incredible!”
His attention then shifted to the deep palm imprint on the bench, sparking a surge of excitement within him. “I want to give it a try too!” he declared, and with great enthusiasm, he pressed his hand right beside the existing mark.
The old man, overhearing this, nearly choked. He cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Hao, amused to see the young man genuinely believed that anyone could simply press out such a palm print with their bare hands. With a smirk, he resumed his air of mastery, secretly relishing the thought of Jiang Hao's impending embarrassment.
But just as he was about to witness Jiang Hao's blunder, he was startled by a sudden shout from the young man. “Wow, I made a palm print too! I've mastered martial arts!”
The old man spun around, skepticism etched on his face, ready to deflate Jiang Hao's excitement and perhaps even take the opportunity to mentor the young man. It was rare to encounter someone so patient, and he was a firm believer in destiny.
However, as he turned to face Jiang Hao, his eyes caught sight of something astonishing. Next to the palm print he had made, there was indeed another handprint! His gaze locked onto the new mark, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
“How did you manage that?” he demanded, staring intently at Jiang Hao.
Jiang Hao, inwardly chuckling at the old man's reaction, kept up his nonchalant facade. “It's not that hard, is it?” he replied casually.
The old man, Xu Wei Zhong, president of the Tianhee City National Arts Association, felt a wave of frustration. He had dedicated decades to perfecting his family's Taiji Fist, but in an age where the Heavenly Dao had fallen silent and the world seemed devoid of cultivation, his efforts had seemed almost fruitless, his abilities barely keeping him a bit stronger than the average person.
Yet, just a month prior, something shifted in the Heavenly Dao. The National Art he had toiled over for so many years suddenly erupted, rejuvenating his body and causing his vitality, which had waned with age, to surge dramatically.
Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and it seemed he had tapped into the legendary Bright Force!
At the same time, he unleashed an incredibly fearsome burst of power.
His martial arts skills were now truly demonstrating their formidable strength.
Not even six highly trained special forces operatives could stand against him!
The one-centimeter-deep palm imprint he left on the wooden chair was also a testament to the internal force he had harnessed!
These were the fruits of his decades of dedicated practice!
And now, to have someone tell him this was not a challenge? He was profoundly taken aback!
The old man gazed at Jiang Hao as if he were beholding a creature from myth.
But then, a thought seemed to strike him, and his brow creased slightly.
“Could he be another fortunate soul transformed by the celestial event a month ago?”
A spark of realization lit up his eyes as he looked at Jiang Hao with eager anticipation.
“This young man's prowess must be tied to the cosmic shift that occurred a month ago.
He's likely another beneficiary, yet unaware of his fortune!”
“If I were to mentor him in my martial arts, wouldn't his potential become even more fearsome?”
Yet, at that moment, Jiang Hao was unnerved by the old man's intense stare.
“Hiss… This old guy doesn't have some peculiar predilections, does he?”
The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he stumbled backward, eyeing the old man with a mix of alarm and horror.
“Listen, sir, I assure you, I'm not into whatever you're thinking!”
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