Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

"Brother Ma..." Liu Yanyan tugged at Ma Hong's sleeve softly, "Was the section chief... always like this at the company?"

Ma Hong crossed his arms, his expression one of nonchalant indifference, as if to say, "You'll get used to it." "Tsk," he said, "you don't actually think the head of the Extraordinary Persons Affairs Department is just a clerk, do you?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but that meaningful "tsk" said it all.

Liu Yanyan swallowed hard, her gaze towards Zhuge Qi now filled with genuine awe.

Zhuge Qi stood in the center of the field, his gaze sweeping over the young people who were still struggling to get up. Seeing that they were all unharmed, he nodded slightly to Zhou Kun: "You're not hurt, are you?"

Zhou Kun rubbed his shoulders, got up from the ground, and lowered his head in shame: "It's a small problem. Section Chief Zhuge is amazing. We...we are not as skilled as him."

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao finally moved.

He clapped twice, the applause echoing in the empty training ground—not loud, but full of weight.

"Impressive skills." He slowly walked forward, his gaze falling on Zhuge Qi, his tone carrying a solemnity that had been set aside all formalities. "Section Chief Zhuge, your Bajiquan skills are probably unmatched even by many masters who have practiced external martial arts their whole lives."

Zhuge Qi turned around to face Feng Zhenghao, a perfectly measured humble smile on his face: "President Feng, you flatter me. I am still far from being a true master."

As he said this, the expressions on the faces of the young elites on the ground simultaneously became quite interesting.

Feng Zhenghao could tell that this was just a polite remark, but he didn't respond. Instead, he slowly walked to the center of the field and stood three steps away from Zhuge Qi.

He reached out and took off his elegant, thin-rimmed glasses, handing them to his assistant behind him. Then he unbuttoned his Chinese-style stand-up collar jacket and took it off, revealing a light gray round-neck cotton-linen shirt underneath.

The few young people who had been whispering in the training ground fell silent instantly.

Is Feng Zhenghao serious?

The young elites of the World Society looked at each other, their faces showing a mixture of tension and excitement.

They had been members of the World Society for so long, but they had never seen the president personally engage in combat.

Chairman Feng is one of the Ten Elders, the Ten Elders of the company, and the leader of the Tianxia Society.

Although he usually appears refined and easygoing like a cultured businessman, every member of the World Society knows that Feng Zhenghao's rise to this position is not solely due to his business acumen.

Feng Zhenghao flexed his wrists, looked calmly at Zhuge Qi, and said with undisguised seriousness, "Section Chief Zhuge, my kids are a bit naive, and you must have seen how they fared earlier. But since this is a rare opportunity for us to exchange ideas, how about we lend a hand?"

His tone sounded like he was making a casual suggestion, but Zhuge Qi could tell the weight behind it.

This was Feng Zhenghao personally testing his bottom line.

The overwhelming performance just now made Feng Zhenghao realize that this young section chief was not just a pretty face who got the position through connections.

But he needs to experience it for himself to know exactly how powerful it is.

"If President Feng is willing to give guidance, then of course I would be very happy."

Feng Zhenghao's lips curled into a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He took two steps back, creating a distance of about four or five meters between himself and Zhuge Qi, and then slowly raised his right hand with his five fingers slightly spread.

The next instant, Zhuge Qi's pupils contracted slightly.

He saw a faint black aura surging around Feng Zhenghao, spreading slowly like ink drops into clear water, condensing into an indistinct outline in the air.

They captured the spirits and dispatched the generals.

The signature skill of the World Society is said to originate from one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills of the Jia Shen Rebellion.

Feng Zhenghao's lips moved slightly, as if he were reciting something in a low voice.

The black aura grew thicker and thicker, gradually coalescing into a semi-transparent humanoid silhouette. The blurry face was vaguely discernible, revealing a burly old man with clenched fists, his starting stance clearly in the style of some external martial arts.

The spirit slowly merged into Feng Zhenghao's body.

A dark light flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes. Then he moved.

He lowered his body, pushed off with his feet, and charged straight at Zhuge Qi like a cannonball, his speed far surpassing that of any of the other young men.

As Zhuge Qi felt the sharp aura rushing towards him, his eyes finally became truly serious.

"That's right." He said softly, then took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his waist and hips, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and assumed a very solid defensive stance.

"Bang--!"

Their fists collided, the energy exploded, and the floor tiles beneath their feet made two crisp sounds, cracking open with spiderweb-like fine lines.

Feng Zhenghao's fist was accompanied by a fierce force that did not belong to him. It was the power and techniques given to him by the spirit of that martial arts master. It collided head-on with Zhuge Qi's Bajiquan energy, stirring up a visible shockwave.

The two of them took a half step back at the same time.

Feng Zhenghao shook his slightly numb wrist, and the dark light in his eyes intensified.

He stared at Zhuge Qi, and the last trace of politeness on his face finally disappeared, revealing the seriousness and solemnity of a hunter assessing his prey.

"Section Chief Zhuge," his voice lowered, "your skills are applicable anywhere, it's a waste of your talent. You should be making a name for yourself in the world of supernatural beings."

Zhuge Qi smiled, flexed his slightly warm knuckles, and said in a relaxed tone as if he were chatting about the weather over tea: "President Feng, I don't like hearing that."

The instant he finished speaking, he exerted force with his feet again. This time, he didn't defend, but instead took the initiative to meet the attack.

Feng Zhenghao's eyes sharpened, and he activated the spiritual power attached to his body, also rushing forward.

The two clashed again.

This time the commotion was even greater than before.

The muffled thuds of fists and feet clashing echoed densely in the empty training ground. The two men moved so fast that they were like two afterimages, and ordinary people could not even see how many moves they exchanged.

Feng Zhenghao's fist style was fierce yet unpredictable. The moves of that spirit seemed to combine the essence of more than one external martial arts style. Sometimes it was wide and powerful, and sometimes it was subtle and tricky. Combined with his own profound internal strength, the attacks came wave after wave without any pause.

But Zhuge Qi caught it.

Not only did they catch it, but they also became more and more composed as the fight progressed.

Bajiquan is already a top-tier martial art in close-quarters combat. Zhuge Qi's footwork may seem casual, but in reality, every step he takes is based on auspicious directions. Although he does not use the Five Elements techniques, his perception and utilization of space have long been integrated into his instincts.

Feng Zhenghao's punches became faster and stronger, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Because he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could never overpower his opponent.

Zhuge Qi is like a volcano with a cap. You see his surface as always calm and gentle, but every time there is a collision, the power that surges from that seemingly frail body makes Feng Zhenghao secretly tremble.

Just how many more are they hiding?

Feng Zhenghao twisted his body and exerted his strength, his right fist carrying the full power of his spirit body as it slammed into Zhuge Qi's shoulder.

If that punch had landed, an ordinary Qi practitioner would probably have suffered broken bones and tendons on the spot.

But Zhuge Qi merely turned slightly to the side, his left hand pressing down and drawing the incoming fist downwards—

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

It incorporates the stance of the "Pi Gua Zhang" (披挂掌) technique.

With the addition of level eight armor, even immortals would be afraid, but truly mastering these two boxing styles is no easy feat.

Feng Zhenghao's force was deflected by three points, and his body unconsciously tilted forward at a slight angle.

It was just such a tiny flaw.

Zhuge Qi's gaze suddenly sharpened for a moment, and his right hand shot out from his waist, aiming a punch straight for Feng Zhenghao's chest.

The punch was not fast, but it was extremely heavy, like a heavy iron hammer falling silently.

Feng Zhenghao's pupils contracted sharply, and he forcibly twisted his body, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Bang-!

A muffled thud.

Feng Zhenghao slid three steps backward, and two more paving stones beneath his feet cracked.

He steadied himself, his expression changed slightly, and a tingling sensation came from where his arms were crossed. The force penetrated his defenses, causing his blood to surge for a moment.

"amazing."

Feng Zhenghao took a deep breath, straightened his body, and slightly tightened his right hand.

The black aura surrounding him surged again, becoming even more intense and darker than before.

This time, he possessed a second spirit.