Thunderclouds gathered, and thick bolts of lightning struck from the sky. Thunder rolled without pause, turning the heavens into a terrifying sight.
Greedy Wolf, sent flying backward, found himself directly beneath the center of the clouds.
"Greedy Wolf."
A deep voice called his name.
It seemed to come from an empty valley, echoing again and again in Greedy Wolf's ears.
"Who are you?" Greedy Wolf asked, puzzled.
"Who I am doesn't matter," the voice continued. "What matters is that the dream you've pursued all your life is about to be destroyed by someone else."
"Right now, you need my power."
"Get lost!"
I may want to beat him more than anything, but I don't need anyone's help.
Rather than grow angry, the voice continued its temptation. "Do you know what fist technique can stand against the Fist That Angers God?"
"If you've got the guts, come out and say it to my face. Quit playing tricks," Greedy Wolf snapped.
A figure suddenly appeared before Greedy Wolf. He knew the man well—someone who held an irreplaceable place in his heart.
It was his master, Master Gu.
Master Gu's sudden appearance made Greedy Wolf's pupils widen in shock.
"The Fist of God. Only God's Power can help you defeat him."
Master Gu held out his hand and spoke with extraordinary gentleness. "What kind of master would refuse to help his own disciple?"
Master Gu reached toward Greedy Wolf.
"Come. Accept my power."
Greedy Wolf's pupils contracted. With a sharp smack, he slapped Master Gu's hand away.
"Dream on!" Greedy Wolf sneered. "You're not my master."
Greedy Wolf knew Master Gu. He would never say anything like that.
Master Gu's aged face suddenly twisted and warped, becoming a strange, featureless face marked only by muscular contours and eerie spirals.
"It doesn't matter. You