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"Hello, I am..." Dean greeted Ana, the elderly man, enthusiastically.

Ana raised his hand to stop him. "I’m not interested in who you are or why you’re here. Kapu recomnded you, so you’re qualified to learn from . Follow ."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Dean to respond. With so effort, he started walking into the church with his cane, one step at a ti.

Watching the old man’s faltering figure, Dean simply couldn’t associate him with the tragic corpses he had seen earlier.

The church was not large. The main hall, filled with tables and chairs, was used for worship. To the left was the rest area where the fight had occurred; to the right, a passage led to Ana’s living quarters.

One after the other, they proceeded to the room on the right.

The room was very simple, containing only a bed, a colorful religious statue and an altar, an old television, and a black-and-white photograph.

The mont Dean entered the room, the black-and-white photograph hanging on the wall captured his attention.

It was a picture of a rugged-looking man. He was standing over a motionless brown bear that lay prone on the ground, his eyes staring intensely into the cara.

Based on the man’s facial contours, Dean realized that the rugged man in the photo was none other than the Ana before him, only much younger, with eyes that conveyed a wild nature.

"That was my coming-of-age ceremony at sixteen," Ana said. "My master took to Bear Country, where I hunted a brown bear with my bare hands as it was preparing to hibernate."

With nostalgia in his eyes, Ana opened a nearby cabinet, unlocked a safe, and took out two VCDs. He placed one to Dean’s left and the other to his right.

"The one on the left contains the twenty-five forms of Ancient Muay Thai. This style leans towards modern Muay Thai but is more vicious. Its attacks and training thods are comparatively gentler. The downside is that it takes longer to develop combat effectiveness. It’s impressive and visually appealing but not very practical; it’s more suitable for self-defense. This set costs 50,000 US dollars and includes a complintary jar of Tiger Bone Balm."

"On the right is the one hundred and eight forms of Ancient Muay Thai. This style was inherited from Thailand over six hundred years ago. Its advantage is that it allows you to develop combat effectiveness the fastest, but the downside is that it’s very damaging to the body. Even today, practitioners rarely live past fifty. This set costs 500,000 US dollars and includes five complintary jars of Tiger Bone Balm."

He looked up at Dean. "Which one do you want to learn?"

"Don’t you provide hands-on instruction?" Dean asked, astonished.

Charging such a high fee, yet he wants to learn from VCDs? What a scam! This is my hard-earned money!

Ana pointed at his own withered hands and feet. "You don’t think I have the energy to teach you, do you?"

"But you dealt with those gunn yourself today." Dean clenched his fist. CRACK! "Even if I used all my strength, I could never do what you did."

Hearing the CRACK, Ana’s dull eyes lit up with surprise. For the first ti, he took a serious look at Dean’s torso and limbs.

After a mont, he withdrew the VCD from Dean’s left, his face unable to hide his envy.

"Your fra is robust and powerful, your limbs well-proportioned and long. In the Ancient Sect, this physique is called a ’tiger’s body.’ It’s very rare and perfectly suited for practicing the original version of the one hundred and eight forms of Ancient Muay Thai. If you’re willing to inherit my lineage, I can teach you for free and provide you with all the resources you need for practice!"

For free? Dean was sowhat tempted.

But thinking of the gunn, he shook his head and declined. He could afford 500,000 US dollars. There’s no need to take on unknown risks.

Seeing this, Ana’s face showed a hint of disappointnt, but he didn’t give up. "In that case, if you choose the one hundred and eight forms of Ancient Muay Thai, I can give you an additional vial of Secret dicine. It’s my most prized possession."

"What Secret dicine?"

"The Secret dicine that brought back from the brink of death today!"

Ana’s hands trembled as he took a glossy black porcelain vial from his bosom. "This is the Secret dicine of my lineage. It’s not to be shared with outsiders. At a critical juncture, after taking it, you can ignore pain and unleash your body’s utmost strength—all within half an hour!"

Dean looked at the vial doubtfully, his nose twitching slightly. A pungent sll still lingered from when Ana had opened it monts before.

The doubt in Dean’s eyes intensified. "May I taste a little?"

He had indeed slled a similar scent on Ana’s breath, so he reasoned that even if there was sothing wrong with it, a tiny dose shouldn’t have much of an effect.

Ana hesitated but nodded. "This has side effects. It will leave you weak for a period, and an overdose can even cause sudden death. It’s best not to take more than a fingernail-sized amount."

The vial contained a substance resembling solidified herbal jelly.

Dean took Ross’s business card from his pocket, gently scraped off a minuscule amount with it, and placed it in his mouth.

The Secret dicine was bitter, but Dean didn’t feel any effects.

After waiting for about a minute or two, he touched his slightly warm cheeks, his expression peculiar.

Secret dicine, my ass. Why do its effects feel so much like a stimulant?

"Um..." Dean looked at Ana with so sympathy. "Have you ever tried specially formulated adrenaline, or any oral stimulants?"

Ana shook his head in confusion and explained, "Ever since I ca to this country, they believed I would be a great danger to society if I lived among ordinary people. Since I also didn’t speak the language, I was confined to this church until my health began to fail."

"Alright, I was just asking," Dean said.

Hearing this, Dean ultimately chose not to reveal the truth to Ana. The Secret dicine Ana treasured so much had actually been mass-produced for decades and ca in many varieties. So special organizations even had more potent, specially formulated adrenaline.

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