Overseas, on an unknown island.
A spirited old man was sitting cross-legged on a rock at this time. His eyes closed tightly. It seemed that he had already meditated.
The waves kept beating on the rocks on the shore, and the sea breeze rustled the old man's clothes, but the old man was not moved by the surrounding environment, as if everything around him could not affect his concentration.
After a long time, a sturdy figure appeared not far from the old man. This young man’s face looked firm and sharp. His eyes were a bit of indifference.
His figure quickly approached the old man without making a sound, as if his steps were no vibration.
He seemed to have melted into the sound of the sea breeze and waves. If others closed their eyes, they would definitely unable to discover him.
In the blink of an eye, the young man had already rushed behind the old man. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand. When he got behind the old man, he stabbed the old man's back without mercy.
Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce the old man's back, the young man showed an excited smile. However, at this moment, the old man, who had been motionless on the rock, suddenly rose into the air, and his body turned directly in the air. His two fingers pinched the blade of the dagger. With a light force, the dagger made of alloy broke into two sections.
In the blink of an eye, the old man was already standing in front of the young man. The half of the dagger between his two fingers had also reached the young man's neck.
The young man swallowed. There were some sweat dropping from his forehead.
After a long time, the young man took two steps back, bowed deeply to the old man, and said, "Master, I have done my best."
The old man laughed. He said with the hoarse voice, "You have been able to approach me within ten feet. In terms of strength, no one among the younger generation can be your match. You have learned from me for nearly three years. Now, it’s time to leave."
The young immediately bowed more deeply, and said, "Master, I feel I don’t study the best. I would like to learn from you for a few more years."
The old man said with a smile, "I have taught you everything that can be taught, and the rest is only the tempering of time for you. If you continue to stay by my side, there will be no greater effect. "
"Hasn't your family sent someone to pick you up some time ago? Just go. You have learned what you have to learn. It depends on yourself in the future."
Not far from the island, a helicopter was parked there. Several people in suits were looking towards this side.
Seeing this, the young man didn't dare to say anything. He replied, "Yes, Master!"
"Go. Don't let me down." The old man waved his hand.
"I will not let you down. Take care!"
When the young man finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the helicopter.
"Theodore Turner!" After the young man took two steps, the old man shouted again.
The young man turned around and bowed to the old man again.
"After going back, don’t be complacent about your own strength. You are a talent in the younger generation, but there is still a big gap between you and the real master. If you meet a real master, don't fight him. The most important thing is to keep you survive." The old man said.
"Got it!" Theodore did not neglect in the slightest.
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