Rise of the White Dragon

When they arrived on the island, the first thing Luan did was want to dismantle the monsters.

'This is going to take work…' Luan sighed, but didn't want to try to teach others how to do it, at least not now. Their time would be better spent by the others on training, however, dismantling might eventually be a kind of training if any of them were proficient in Qi control.

"But before that," Luan muttered and called everyone's attention. "I'm going to teach a movement technique for all of you. It's not the full version, but the simplified version, however, it will be very useful depending on how much of it you can learn."

Before he could start teaching them this technique, Catharina brought out the smartphone and showed it to him.

"Luan, check this out." Catharina showed him a video.

"CEO Luan Dimas verbally attacks Rede Globo journalist," a woman with long straight black hair and a mocking expression said, "Luan Dimas, in a crowd of people, asked the Rede Globo reporter if he was really human. Because of that, Ricardo Almeida is very shaken and can barely work properly. Not only Luan Dimas, even Maira Dimas accused the Rede Globo journalist of being and said he was no different from a hypocritical and dirty person who wanted to tarnish the image of her dearest son."

"Did you see that? I'm so angry! This woman is very hateful!" Catharina ground her teeth.

"She's just a fool. Pay her no mind," Luan said nonchalantly, "With so many people in the place, plus other national television networks, does she or even that broadcaster think that just stating things out of context and even adding something that hasn't even been talked about will succeed? Well, times have changed; not everyone is foolish enough to believe this kind of lie."

"I know, but it still makes me angry, dammit! This woman, with the face of a long-billed duck, does she think she can go out there saying anything and there won't be retribution? If I met her in person…" Catharina said dangerously.

"Okay, calm down," Maira said, "Don't stress about someone like that. This journalist, Amanda, is someone who is only controlled by the broadcaster, yes? They are also guilty of saying such infractions, and you see, even the colleague next to her seemed surprised by what she said and the way she said it. At the end of the day, she'll be treated like an idiotic person who only knows how to attack others without giving the full answer. After all, people aren't all dumb like her."

"Forget about it, let's train so that you can grow more. You don't need to take that into account," Luan said without the slightest bit of concern.

Catharina took a deep breath and said, "There, I've calmed down. That's right, I won't think about that mocking duck-faced viper bitch anymore."

Even Luan couldn't contain himself and ended up laughing at the way Catharina was acting and what she said, and started to cough out some words. "The technique I'm going to teach you is called <Blue Impulse>. In the full version, it allows you to move almost instantly a thousand meters in a 360 peripheral view. When used, this technique leaves a blue line trail on the ground, hence Blue Impulse."

"But Luan," Ingrid asked, "wouldn't that be a disadvantage?"

"No." Luan explained, "The blue line that appears is actually to deceive the enemy. You can at first follow the blue line, but then you can put the blue line to the left, for example, and go right to attack. That's the biggest advantage, allowing you to deceive the enemy, without letting him predict where you'll appear next."

"This looks difficult," Cristina commented.

"Yes, as simple as it is in theory, it is also very difficult to learn and requires a lot of Qi. That's exactly why I said you can only learn the simplified version," Luan said.

"So basically this technique gives us several options to move... Like, for example, having fifty lines in front of me, I step on line number two for example, but in reality, I just make that line light up blue and I go at number 5, which is line... Let's call it the gray line. I walk the gray line and catch the enemy off guard, is that it?" Maira asked.

"Yes, exactly. I couldn't explain it better," Luan smiled at his mother.

With Maira's explanation, everyone now understood how the technique worked and even managed to imagine in their minds the technique working. The explanation was very simple and easy to imagine.

Over the next two hours, Luan spent teaching them this technique. The first to learn was Maira, followed by Ingrid. Although Ingrid was in the Second Order, Maira had almost perfect control of her Qi, so she found it easier to learn the technique.

*

Meanwhile, journalists from Rede Globo and also from Folha de São Paulo began to demonize the image of Luan Dimas and Maira Dimas.

Something written by Folha de São Paulo was criticizing and calling Luan Dimas a thief, saying he stole the monsters that could serve as meat for the poor. They even said that many of the dead monsters weren't even killed by Luan Dimas, but rather by the country's heroes - the police and army.

What they underestimated was the influence that Luan had over the Brazilian army, mainly. At the time this was published, the army took to the streets, mainly those commanded by the generals who made the deal with Luan and denied all of the news station's allegations on national television.

While the Globo network said almost the same thing that was written in Folha de São Paulo, more slander was being said again by the journalist Amanda Kleber. Worse was the way Amanda Kleber portrayed Luan. She spoke with a mocking expression and judged Luan as someone evil, demonizing to the extreme the image of Luan Dimas. She portrayed in her reports how he lacked compassion for the poor and stole the animal-type monsters that could serve as food for the poor.

What's more, Luan hid his face beforehand in order to commit all these kinds of atrocities and even said that she suspected that the last attempt on the President's life was his fault. In many cases that had no evidence, she was blaming Luan without foundation.