The enormous factory building buzzed with activity.
The disciples had naturally formed small groups according to when they had joined, and were practicing together.
Benjamin, now the senior disciple of Wudang's New York branch, wore a training uniform with "Wudang" embroidered on the back as he earnestly instructed the others.
His family owned a clothing company, and he had used that connection to prepare several sets of training clothes for every student.
At that moment, Benjamin's heart held nothing but dedication and gratitude. Just a few moves. A few moves!
With the moves Master Neville had taught him and the techniques for generating force, he had easily defeated his old rival.
That alone had thrilled Benjamin, but he had never expected what came next. Unwilling to accept defeat, his rival had brought in his karate instructor, and a whole crowd of karate practitioners had marched up to their door.
They had come to challenge the school!
Yet Neville had defeated every last one of them with ease!
Benjamin and the others had nearly gone wild. They felt they had finally found a true Kung Fu master, and thanks to these fanatical enthusiasts spreading the word, the school's enrollment had rapidly swelled.
The only reason their numbers had not shot past a thousand was the requirement that every newcomer swear before God and their loved ones never to use Kung Fu for crime or to bully the weak.
Many had backed out, but plenty had resolutely stayed.
Just as everyone was throwing themselves into practice, Neville's voice rang out. "Everyone, I have to leave-"
It was as though someone had pressed pause. They overlooked the question of how Neville's quiet voice had reached every person's ears and simply stared blankly at him, seated at the front.
Benjamin's eyes suddenly reddened, and