Both of them knew one of the key principles of the Six Magnificent Gong Fa proposed the cultivation of "internal power," which focused the mind and harnessed the energy of the body to produce a concentrated power burst. The Fervent Master performed a break through the opponent's defenses, yet the opponent absorbed and reflected his incoming attacks. Indeed, only the selected few could learn that highly specialized and sophisticated martial arts technique since it demanded years of training and practice to master. Master Phong never trusted him, the Fervent Master concluded, since the truth displayed in front of him.

闹乱

Aaaannnnng!

"I have trusted you to become my side-" The Fervent Master casted the bluish Qi which rushed towards the opponent. Since the day the man knew those secret conversations, he failed to understand the reason for being. Questions popped on the mind multiple times, especially, agony striked the man who showed his loyalty to the big corpus, but it was never repaid. And so, perhaps money could make the cut. The Fervent Master had to try his best to show his compassion with the sect, so the man had to bid his faith on an investment. "All I do is to let you all accept me!"

"We always accept you-" Thuận responded, creating a hand sign to cast a spell. The blue Bagua received the command; illuminated, forming words of the ancients. Before releasing the spell, the man looked back at the men on the ground once more - the Tân brothers, Khải Minh and the men of the Pokemen. "We always support you, brother!"

平安

Pooonnnnnnng!

Ancient characters conflicted with the previous ones, clashing in the air. The Qi of that fight intensified when both strived to surge the power on the cast. Wind collapsed, pushing every object in a small gap. Thần used one hand to cover the eyes since the Qi bright vividly as the sun shone on the sky. The scene posed an incredible phenomena, the mind concluded, as that was the first time he could observe a clash of the Qi fighters.

Qi from Thuận became weakened as the Fervent Master started to use the Overdox once more. Thuận grinned, sweating as bathing in the sun. Perchance, that day, Thuận never had accepted the offer of Master Phong; yet, since the upperman insisted, he had to take the walk and protect the men. Master Phong inquired that a side man had to support his leader at all cost; leveraged him from the darkness and guided him to the right path. When Thuận heard news about the corruption in a private channel, he had to help his friend out. The Fervent Master had always been a loyal and honest leader, but now a shady investment project deceived him and ruined his reputation and his career.

Thuận investigated the matter himself, to find a chance to undo the wrong. Spending weeks digging over financial documents and talking to colleagues, Thuận tried to see the big picture of the deed.

Shockingly, indeed The Fervent Master joined in a network of virtual scam, with several high profile investors funding that project. Their Pokemen's leader failed to land safely on the spot, having unwittingly dug a tomb on the fraudulent transactions.

However, the upper-men knew the deed, so they sent men to unravel the situation quicker than Thuận thought. The milk tea enthusiast was stuck in a position where he either had to help his friend or deliver him to light. The mercenaries already did the do and laid out the evidence they had uncovered. At first, the Master Phong was hesitant to believe any of the facts, but the boys were persistent, and they managed to convince the upper-man that the Pokemen needed to address the trouble.

Then, the truth displayed as Qi ran out, Thuận collapsed one knee on the ground; withstood the agony their leader had to suffer.

"Brother, stay strong!" Khải Minh lent a hand on the shoulder, passing Qi onto the hope of their men. As memories portrayed the first day joining the group, the Fervent Master asked Minh to sit aside and told him a story. Minh never doubted the Fervent Master would betray the men since he was too kind. "Please bring our stupid leader back."

"Brother, we help too-" the Tân brothers lent a hand on the shoulder, passing Qi onto the dream of their men. As in the old days, the Fervent Master planned out a day that men would never bother about money. Since the big corpus would take care of them, the man informed, just followed his lead to a brighter tomorrow. "Please, take him back."

Thuận chuckled; shook his head in denial. Of course, everyone already took care of their stupid leader, but he never realized the fact that everyone had given a little of them to him already.

"I will beat you down!" Thuận screamed, surging Qi from everyone onto the blue Bagua. The Bagua received the command; illuminated and formed characters of the ancients. "Until you come back to yourself!"

如平安

Poooonnnnng!

Ancient characters formed in a line; clashed onto the opponent. Winds from the conflict clapped everyone on the scene unconscious, only those trained well enough could withstand the pressure.

"I could hear something-" Thần sensed a different sound from the spell. "It feels like-"

"The wind sings-" the hood figure commented on the scene. When Qi fighters casted a spell, usually an ancient character would cost them a year or two of training. Therefore, more words demanded more Qi to cast more powerful spells. From experience, Thuận had advanced to a new class, a spell master. "如平川旷野也 (As a vast open land)."

When the wind stopped their rhythm, the air refreshed itself to a newer state of tranquility. Albeit the smoky gray, men could smell the earthling ground. The scene left a defeated man standing as stone amidst the gray smoke, beat unconsciously. In front of him, a man who mastered Qi knelt down, painting and sweating. Smoke came out of that man, lingering on the air as if basking in the hot sun for a long time. The man observed the scene once more, men who advocated him in the clash already knocked out cold. Thuận placed a hand on the left chest, felt the heart pounded in the chest and cried for air. The mind alerted Thuận the body had reached the limit. Beads of sweat poured down his face and body, soaking the white high school shirt and his hair.

"C-Cannot accept this-" The defeated man murmured inaudibly; acted accordingly to the unconsciousness, yet unable to move. As fingers flickered, the man tried to grasp onto the blurred image in front. "I-I kill-"

Thuận grunted while trying to recover from the state, yet the body failed to listen. Fatigue, the physical state begged to stop, as Thuận used all of his energy and strength to stand up once more.

"Enough of this-" The hooded figure stepped in as he interrupted the scene. Walking to the defeated ex-leader, the man spoke as the hood revealed. Men on the scene grasped to know the identity of the man, no other than the upper-man himself, Master Phong. The hooded figure never knew the situation would become as such since his judgment advised the man in front needed more time to build himself. As the eyes casted down, Master Phong silenced for a moment; returned to the unconscious man with his gaze - lost in thought. After a deep exhale, he prepared to cast a spell. "The council will decide what to do."

Noooooooooo~~~~~~

Many voices raised in the air, alerting men to look for its origins.

Thần picked up that familiar voice as soon as it hit the eardrum. The boy felt itchy for no reason, and suddenly became aware of the purple mist that wrapped the scene. As the skin became itching hot, the purple tentacles imprinted black tattoos characters of the ancients. Thần felt his muscles begin to bulge and ripple with an uncanny strength. The eyes dyed darker than black, and voices of the many echoed in his head as from the depths of the underworld.

"What's happening-" the ghost realized the disappearing consciousness started to fade slowly into the void. "It can't be-"

"Ah! mine own kin hast cometh~~" Gomboc laughed for the first time. Tentacles crawled on the host's body and began welcoming the new guest. "Alloweth the deep shareth thy faith, mine own dearest kin, reb'rn anew as the void giveth thee loveth and warmth~~"

A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟

"Liars must die~~" the defeated man fixed his posture when the purple mist surrounded his body. Tentacles from the purple crawled, wrapped on the body as it embraced the mortal shell. As the purple mist explored the inner flesh, the tentacles burnt the skin as inked tattoos of the ancient marks; dyed the eyes darker than black. "Treacherous traitor~~~"

"What the-" The hooded figure witnessed the transformation, immediately infused Qi to form the blue Bagua. The Bagua received the command; formed the ancient characters. "This foul art, how!?"

如平安

Poooonnnnng!

Ancient characters formed in a line; clashed onto the opponent. Winds from the conflict clapped the unknown subject on the scene, yet it seemed quite persistent to withstand the pressure.

"Impossible!" The hooded figure murmured in flabbergasted since a mortal could never withstand a 3-word Qi spell casting; if one failed to perform a barrier or evade, the spell could eventually break one's mind. "What are you?"

"We art thee, but diff'rent" the ex-leader spoke in many voices; impacted the hooded figure a few meters with a palm fist. The "supposed-to-be'' Fervent Master looked at his hands, flexed and stretched, perhaps, to test the agility of the new power. "Many f'rms, many ways to deliv'r the shall of the void."

"Đụ má (motherfucker), geezer is on da scene, mate-" Lâm somehow regained his strength, crawled to the magic milk tea boy and commented. "T'is mindfuck fam', low-it!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Thuận grasped to reply as his chest needed air. Evaluating the situation, Thuận failed to understand the Fervent Master any more. Setting aside the identity of the hooded figure, since the unknown subject could stop an upper-man, the chance of survival for everyone on the scene seemed low. As the body failed to obey the command, Thuận only thought of the positivity that he could outlive destiny for once. "Run now, if you can!"

A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟

As panic hit the rest of the men, they heard the indescribable sound once more, as if many voices started howling and mumbling at the same time. Men shivered; sweated if the end had come. The unknown subject also heard the sound, and rotated its view to the origin.

"Mine own kin, thou art diff'rent-" the unknown subject grasped a random sword sticking on the ground; welcomed a white shirt kin in front. "Yet, thou art me, a m'rtal shell with desire and agony."

The kin in front silenced; held a random sword which it could get a grasp on. Both of them could hear clearly every sound and foresee every movement, even the tick of a broken watch on the ground could make the ticking. Kinsmen faced each other as their eyes locked in a fierce, deadly stare. The tension surged in the air, palpable, as both waited for the other to make the first move. Tick after tick, after tick, after tick. Gotta throw 'em all out, man, the mind tryna beat the clock. Tick after tick, after tick, after tick. Gotta throw 'em all out, man, he tryna beat the clock.

Whoosh!

Kinsmen lunged forward, their swords flashing and clanging the air. They met each attack head-on, blocking blows with quick, precise movements of their sword. The kins danced their swords clanging in a deadly symphony. The white shirt swung its sword wild and unpredictable, as it spun and twisted through the air, the sword striking at the other from all angles.

The Fervent Kin, on the other hand, calmly performed movements fluidly and precisely. It countered all attacks with a graceful ease, slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Kinsmen slashed after aimed at the brain, leaving a stain. Kins left their classic mark, then they overtook the scene. Got this feeling in their chest, came on baby, went and guessed. Kinsmen smiled; praised for their blessing and pleased each other with the result while observing the red stain on their shirt, wondering who gon' beat the clock. Mighty fight, both of them put up, and no mortal would stop them as they whipped the blade out, slowly pressed to each other's guts.

The Fervent Kin surged Qi; opened a full-circled, completed blue-mix-purple Bagua and posed its stance.

如闹乱

Aaaannnnng!

Ancient characters formed in a line; hit the opponent. The white shirt was paralyzed as the mind perplexed in multiple echos in the head.

Quickly, the Fervent Kin broke the enemy defense which created a vulnerability for an execution.

"Satisfyeth me, kin-" The Fervent Kin gripped tight on the enemy's neck, lifting its feet up the ground. The void loved all of them, the kin spoke, but never wrong'in the words since it showed no remorse for no one. As the enemy tried to catch its breath, the kin smirked and knew nobody could help in the fight. "I bethink thou art almost dead."

如爆火

Booooooommmmm!

The explosion hit the Fervent Kin which forced it to release the opponent. Master Phong caught his breath; casted a second explosion on-sight.

Boooooommmmmm!

The explosion pushed the Fervent Kin a few meters away, yet failed to scatter its skin.

"Ah, this m'rtal shell-" The Fervent Kin commented at its hand as the skin became pale and dried. The kin knew that it would never forget the fight, and it was eager for the next reunion that lay ahead. With one last glance at the fallen opponent, the kin turned and jumped out the scene, disappearing into thin air. "T'is timeth to reconcileth with the void."

The police siren arrived on the scene, but late. They gathered only broken glass and bullet holes littering the street. The police collected evidence and interviewed witnesses, but most of the participants had already alluded into the shadows, nobody knew when they would start the bitter feud in the future. As for the remaining, they admitted the acts posed a protest against a financial scam which had robbed them of their hard-earned money. The protestors tried to reach the place of the PooCoin project to get their money back, yet caused havoc to the peace of Sai Nam, with misleading messages denouncing the scam and demanding justice. Their leader fled the scene with some otherworldly supernatural powers, a testimonial noted, and failed to describe the scene that day.