In a misty, crimson-lit courtyard, a solitary figure stands, its 40-year-old frame cloaked in an aqua Taoist robe, accentuating the stark contrast of its long black hair. Two beards, like wispy brushstrokes, frame the gaunt yet statuesque visage. As the protagonist's hands, like twin pistons, unleash a concentrated blast of chi, his palms crackle with tension, radiating an aura of unyielding determination. In this cinematic tableau, the hero's lithe form is poised in mid-strike, frozen in time as the very fabric of reality bends to accommodate the unfurled fury of his martial arts prowess.

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