Chapter 33
Denzel had spent years trying to resolve the issor of his internal force. He had consulted countless renowned doctors and martial arts masters, each time hopeful tes a solution, only to leave disappointed.
The problem had kept his strength stagnant, keeping him as a beginner internal force martial artist. He might have become an advanced internal force martial artist like Andres if not for this hindrance.
“Young man, do you have a solution for this?”
The fact that Ethan could easily identify his condition was proof enough of his extraordinary expertise.
“It’s simple. First, stop practicing your current sword technique. Instead, find a genuine Zenith–style swordsmanship technique to correct the flaws caused by your current practice. Then, you must have your eight meridian charmels cleared and aligned. Once that’s done, your internal force will naturally stabilize.”
Though his words sounded straightforward, Denzel’s face tumed awkward.
A recognized martial artist taught him the Zenith–style swordsmanship, which he currently practiced. It had taken significant effort to acquire even that. Finding another set of sword techniques and ensuring its authenticity–would be an almost impossible task
As for clearing and aligning his meridians, that was a feat only grandmasters could achieve. In the entire country, such figures numbered fewer thanten. Even if he managed to locate one, convincing them to help was another matter altogether.
In short, both conditions seemed daunting.
“Hello? Alright.”
As he deliberated in silence, Andres received a phone call. After a brief exchange, he leaned in and whispered a few words into Denzel’s ear. Without hesitation, Denzel immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Ethan
“Thank you for your guidance today, young man. I’ve just been informed of an urgent matter that requires my attention. Let’s continue this conversation another
Andres stepped forward and handed Ethan a business card with both hands. “This is my card. Don’t hesitate to call if you ever need anything while in Silverbank
Unlike the elaborate cards of corporate executives, Andres‘ card was simple, bearing only his name and a phone number. Watching the three leave in a hurry, Ethan smirked.
“Interesting. I didn’t expect to encounter martial artists down here. Too bad their skills are so mediocre,” he muttered casually as he stretched and headed home.
After leaving the park, Denzel and his companions returned to their residence, where Triston was already waiting with Dariel.
“Triston, what happened to Dariel?”
Though Andres had briefed him earlier, Denzel was still surprised to see Dariel unable to speak
“I don’t know who he provoked outside, but someone hit him with a single palm strike, and now, he’s like this.”
“A single palm strike?”
Everyone furrowed their brows, intrigued. Could a single strike really silence someone?
“That’s right Several physicians have examined him, and they all said he’s physically fine. They suggested seeking out a skilled internal martial artist instead. So, I came to see if Mr. Dudley could take a look at him.
“Andres, check on Dartel and see what’s happening.”
