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Chapter 339 - Chapter 339 Chapter 339 Kung Fu Heavenly Martial Arts

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Kung Fu! Heavenly Martial Arts! Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Kung Fu! Heavenly Martial Arts! “Too slow,” Wang Hao beckoned with his fingers again.

Having undergone two transformations with the assistance of the Dust bead and Luck Energy, Wang Hao’s physical condition was naturally far from comparable to before. In his eyes, Yamamoto Ichiro’s punch was almost like swatting a fly…

“You’re just showing off!” This time, Yamamoto Ichiro charged forward, his fists and feet as swift as the wind. But Wang Hao was as agile as a monkey, hopping around. Whenever a punch managed to reach him, it was swiftly slapped away by Wang Hao with a smack. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen rounds. Yamamoto Ichiro was aggressive in his attacks, but he couldn’t even touch the hem of Wang Hao’s clothes!

Below the stage, Liao Changge and the other two Tributors shook their heads as they watched Wang Hao’s movements, with Tributor Ye asking in wonder, “Where did this kid learn this martial arts? I’ve never seen such a style before.”

“It looks quite interesting,” Liao Changge observed more closely and praised, “He doesn’t seem to use a fixed set of moves. Have you noticed how freely his body moves, almost as if he’s acting on whims? It lacks the predictable counters to specific moves that other martial arts have. This is extraordinary!”

With their keen eyes, the three of them quickly discerned the subtleties, but the rest of the onlookers clearly didn’t understand. Zhao Zhenhao was so anxious he was sweating cold sweat, saying, “What is Brother Hao doing? Why isn’t he fighting back?”

Fang Wenbin was also secretly sweating, commenting, “Yamamoto Ichiro’s punches are so fast. Can Brother Hao really handle it?!”

Bai Yaning held her breath, her eyes fixed on Wang Hao, fearing he might get hurt.

While they were all worried to death, the only feeling Wang Hao had at that moment was — slow, too slow!

Yamamoto Ichiro’s movements were just too slow in his eyes, not a threat to him at all!

“Smack!” A punch from Yamamoto Ichiro was slapped away.

“Smack!” Another punch from Yamamoto Ichiro went flying.

Eh? This kick is good–“Smack,” and it was slapped away too!

At this point, Yamamoto Ichiro’s movements could be described as fast as a whirlwind, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t break through Wang Hao’s defenses! Wang Hao, who looked quite scholarly, actually possessed tremendous strength with each movement, easily neutralizing Yamamoto Ichiro’s attacks!

In the blink of an eye, another twenty or so rounds had passed, and Wang Hao felt he had seen enough. Suddenly, he found an opening in Yamamoto Ichiro’s defense. Bending his left leg slightly and curving his right arm inward, he drew a circle with his right palm, and with a whoosh, he planted his palm on Yamamoto Ichiro’s chest!

Simultaneously, he shouted, “The dragon regrets!”

With the palm striking down, there was a loud “thump,” and Yamamoto Ichiro was sent flying four or five meters away, collapsing onto the stage with a thud!

“Holy shit!”

Witnessing this dramatic turn, everyone at the scene was shocked!

“What the hell, for real?!”

“A palm strike sending someone flying that far? What kind of move is this?!”

“What is ‘The dragon regrets’? Could that be the name of the move?!”

Chris was completely dumbfounded–were the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms real?! The power behind that palm had to be massive to send Yamamoto Ichiro flying so far!

Bruce Smith exclaimed in astonishment, “Kung Fu! Heavenly Martial Arts!”

Liao Changge and the three old men were nearly dropping their jaws, “What kind of martial arts is this kid using? Is it really the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!”

Zhao Zhenhao, Fang Wenbin, and Bai Yaning were all stupefied–Brother Hao was amazing! That one palm strike was enough to leave anyone dumbstruck!

Wang Hao, having won with a single move, was nearly laughing his head off inside!

He didn’t actually know any martial arts; it was nothing more than the poses from Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do, combined with his own superhuman physical quality!

As for how strong his body was, Wang Hao certainly knew–in fact, he had a yearly membership at the closest gym and went there to exercise for an hour every day. Now, he could do over a hundred pull-ups without breaking a sweat, and as for barbells, he could easily lift 200 kilograms. What a joke!

“Are you okay?” Wang Hao walked up with a smile, his face full of embarrassment, and said, “My Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms aren’t very pure yet. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

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“No… I’m fine!” Yamamoto Ichiro got up with Wang Hao’s help, clutching his chest. That hit from Wang Hao was definitely enough for him, and he said gloomily, “It’s just that your strike just now was way too powerful, it felt like I was hit by a car…”

Well, isn’t that obvious? I didn’t even go all out just now, otherwise you wouldn’t even be remembering this!

“Kung Fu! Heavenly Kung Fu!” Just then, Smith excitedly ran over and exclaimed, “This Kung Fu is definitely amazing! Mr. Wang Hao, would you be willing to come to Hollywood as the martial arts instructor for the film we’re making?! I think with the Kung Fu you demonstrated just now, the real fight scenes would look absolutely fantastic!”

Isn’t that stating the obvious? My martial arts are a perfect imitation of Bruce Lee’s, and he’s internationally recognized as a martial arts superstar. How could it be bad?

“Oh, about that,” Wang Hao said with a modest smile, shaking his head, “I’m afraid that won’t work, I don’t have the time, you see, it’s pretty far…”

“Mr. Wang Hao,” Chris pleaded, her eyes brimming with stars, “can you teach me that move, ‘Dragon Sorrow’?!” The kid was definitely curious, wanting to learn everything…

“That move has too much yang energy, it’s not suitable for women to practice.” Wang Hao started to boast again, “After a few more years of practice, I might recommend you learn the Nine Yin Scripture instead, that’s more suitable for women, including moves like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and such.”

Yes, if I end up making ‘The Legend of the Condor Heroes’, you’ll play Mei Chaofeng!

Chris really thought it was possible and nodded eagerly, “Okay!”

Zhao Zhenhao, Fang Wenbin, and Bai Yaning all pursed their lips and chuckled. The old guy was fooling someone again! But to be fair, the move he showed earlier was indeed quite scary…

“How about this, Mr. Wang Hao,” Smith thought for a while before speaking, “I’ll send our martial arts instructor to you after I get back, and you can teach him properly, alright? Please rest assured, the compensation will definitely be generous.”

Spreading Bruce Lee’s martial arts would also be a great deed, and Wang Hao immediately nodded, agreeing, “Sure, just have him look for me when he gets here.”

After this real combat drill, no one doubted Wang Hao’s abilities anymore.

In the following time, he explained the basic principles of Jeet Kune Do in detail to everyone. In essence, it was just the stuff from Bruce Lee’s movies–

“Jeet Kune Do is about speed; in the world of martial arts, speed is invincible. You throw a punch at me, and while I dodge, my fist will reach you first.”

“Hey, Johnson, your punch is too slow; you need to be quicker!”

“Right, right, like this. You throw a punch, then I block with my arm like this–see how your punch goes off course? And then I hit back with a counterpunch…”

As he spoke, he demonstrated, and his fists were as fast as lightning. Johnson hadn’t even reacted yet, and Wang Hao’s fist was already in front of him…

“Incredible!” Smith exclaimed from the side, “Jeet Kune Do is truly amazing!” He hadn’t even seen Wang Hao’s punch…

“Jeet Kune Do really has its own system!” Liao Changge and his companions exchanged looks and nodded together, “This kid is truly a martial arts prodigy. Look at that speed, now that’s fast! Much better than those good-for-nothing apprentices of ours!”

Wang Hao lectured all morning, only wrapping up around twelve o’clock.

When lunchtime arrived, Bai Yaning, Zhao Zhenhao, and Fang Wenbin sent the three Tributors home, while Wang Hao casually strolled out of the clubhouse. As he was walking, he suddenly heard a sweet voice from behind, “Mr. Wang Hao, please wait for me!”

It was Chris, that curious kid…

“What is it, got something for me?” Wang Hao asked curiously, “You’re not going to ask me to teach you martial arts again, are you?”

“No, no,” Chris laughed, “I just have some questions I didn’t understand earlier and wanted to ask you. Can I invite you to lunch?”

Being invited to lunch by a foreign girl, how could I say no?

“Sure,” Wang Hao readily agreed, “we’ll just grab something casual.”

So the two of them went off in search of a restaurant. Along the way, Chris asked a few more questions about the Heavenly People’s Republic’s local customs and culture, and Wang Hao answered them one by one. As they walked, Chris’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran off to a roadside stall to browse.

The stall was the kind you would usually see at a night market, selling a mix of things like necklaces, military knives, RB combat knives, and trinkets.

Wang Hao himself would never give such a stall a second look, but Chris seemed fascinated by it.

“This girl, definitely a curious one,” Wang Hao sighed, but as he looked up at the stall owner, he froze and then exclaimed in surprise, “Wang Wenjun, is that you?!” The stall owner turned out to be an acquaintance, from the same village back in Wang Hao’s hometown–not a relative, but Wang Wenjun was a familiar face.

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