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Chapter 128 - 115 Fool

Chapter 128: Chapter 115 Fool

When Wu Li said, "I really am not an Immortal," the crowd fell silent, all eyes on him, eager to hear his explanation.

Wu Li extended his right hand towards the camera, "Actually, what I just used was the ’Golden Bell Shield’ technique."

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly swelled up a bit, veins bulging and his flesh turning a blue-black color, as if in an instant, it had transformed from a human hand into that of a demon.

"Whoa!"

This alarming sight made the surrounding students instinctively step back, wishing to distance themselves from Wu Li.

The cameraman, steeling himself, brought the camera in close for a close-up of Wu Li’s right hand.

"Holy shit! What kind of technique is this?"

"Are you sure this is martial arts and not some special ability?"

"Honey, look quick, an Immortal has appeared again."

"Mom and I are kneeling watching the live broadcast... "

...

"Wu Li, what is this?" The director couldn’t even be bothered to read the comments anymore, pointing at Wu Li’s right hand as he asked.

Wu Li laughed, "This is a manifestation of extreme muscle engorgement. The so-called ’Golden Bell Shield’ is actually a method of circulating qi and blood.

"When practicing, special breathing techniques, movements, and external stimuli such as strikes help the body to generate natural responses, much like muscle memory. When a part of the body is hit, the body will reflexively react, blood will automatically flow to that area, causing muscles to engorge and become harder than usual, increasing resistance to hits. At the same time, the blood flow will mitigate the impact on muscles. With these two effects combined, the body’s defense naturally improves."

Wu Li simplistically explained the principle behind ’Golden Bell Shield’ to the viewers, "Just now, Zhang Yawei threw a punch at my abdomen, and his preparation time before the punch was too long. I had ample time to circulate my qi and blood. His punch wasn’t fast and lacked stealth, allowing me to predict the point of impact. That’s why I could prepare in advance with ’Golden Bell Shield’ to brace for the hit. So, that blow just now was really only suitable for demonstration purposes. In actual combat, one must rely on the body’s responsive reflexes to fend off opponents, it wouldn’t achieve the same effect as just demonstrated."

"I’m convinced; I think the host here is the real Master!"

"Despite doing something so badass, he frankly says it’s only for show and not for real fights; this is the first time I’ve seen someone so sincere."

"Even if it’s just a performance, I still think it’s freaking awesome."

"Nonsense, of course it’s awesome; of all those in the country who claim to practice ’Golden Bell Shield’ and ’Iron Cloth Shirt,’ who can do what Wu Li just did?"

...

In fact, it wasn’t just the online audience; at that moment, the Divine Intent Tai Chi students present also looked at Wu Li with complex expressions.

Li Lei’s style was to show off a remarkable stunt and then exaggerate it to the skies, becoming more mystical in his claims, leaving people in the dark. Yet Wu Li had just performed something everyone found astonishing, but he publicly demystified it and blatantly stated it was for demonstration only and not for real combat.

This stark contrast in styles caused the Divine Intent Tai Chi students to feel very conflicted. Influenced by Li Lei, they had always viewed martial arts as something mystical, but after hearing Wu Li’s explanation, they suddenly felt that maybe that wasn’t quite the case.

"Wu Li, the audience says you’re being too modest and everyone wants to know, why did Zhang Yawei’s wrist fracture?" the director asked.

Wu Li nodded, "I believe there are three reasons for his wrist fracture."

"First, wrists are actually quite susceptible to injury. If you watch striking fights, athletes wrap their hands and wrists with tape before stepping into the ring to protect their wrists and joints, helping to stabilize the wrist and lessen the chance of injury from the recoil of a punch."

"Second, I’ve looked around and noticed that the Divine Intent Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall seems to only practice routines and meditation, but there’s no training for strength, resistance, or hit resistance. Regardless of how powerful the techniques are or how highbrow the philosophy, without physical conditioning, without combat experience, without developed bodily reflexes, martial arts will never be effective in a fight. If you don’t even know what it feels like to punch someone, and if you’ve barely hit a sandbag for a few days, then suddenly throwing a forceful punch can easily lead to injuring yourself."

As Wu Li finished his second point, the students present felt embarrassed because they were indeed as Wu Li described, only practicing routines and meditation, with no combat or physical training whatsoever.

Wang Hai also felt a burning shame on his face, and just as he was about to interrupt Wu Li from continuing, he heard Wu Li say, "As for the third point, it was actually a coincidence."

"Hmm?" Wang Hai was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Wu Li to suddenly say that. Was he being considerate due to the presence of his master and the Su Province Martial Arts Association?

It made sense—give a little leeway and hope for better days to come.

Wang Hai didn’t rush to stop Wu Li but wanted to hear him out.

"The human body is like a precise instrument; some people can break their legs or get a concussion just by missing a step on the stairs. Others might suffer from a brain hemorrhage and die from just a slap on the ear. So sometimes, due to various coincidences, our bodies can fail like a malfunctioning instrument, potentially leading to severe consequences. Zhang Yawei’s punch that resulted in breaking his wrist included such a coincidence."

After finishing his point, Wu Li looked around and changed his tone, continuing, "Many people chose to learn Divine Intent Tai Chi because of that incident where a student of Divine Intent Tai Chi Fist seriously injured a criminal with a single punch."

The crowd was taken aback, unsure why Wu Li was suddenly bringing this up. Wang Hai, on the other hand, felt a sense of foreboding tightening in his chest.

"Actually, before coming today, I specifically looked up that past news report. The record from the hospital showed that the injured criminal sustained a broken ankle in his left foot and a severe concussion. However, the student’s own description at the time was that he landed a punch on the criminal’s chest. Tell me, how does a punch to the chest result in a broken ankle and a concussion?"

"So I think that incident, like today’s, was also a coincidence. The criminal got punched in the chest, might not have stood steady, possibly tripped over something, twisted his ankle, and then hit the back of his head on the ground. That’s what led to the serious injuries, not a direct result of a punch to the chest."

Wu Li’s words were truly shocking. No sooner had he spoken than there was an uproar among the audience, with many of the students starting to buzz about it, and faintly, I could hear the term ’senior brother.’

Zhang Yawei found it even harder to accept. That incident had been his motivation for practicing boxing all this time, and now Wu Li had dismissed it as worthless. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and in the end, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

"Coach!"

"Coach, what’s wrong with you?"

"Quick, take him to the hospital!"

...

The scene was chaotic, while Wang Hai was so angry his face turned ashen. He had thought that Wu Li would show some mercy at the end, but this was far from mercy; it was an outright attempt to beat his lineage to death with a stick!

"Shut up!" Wang Hai could no longer contain himself, stood up, pointed at Wu Li, and started cursing furiously.

"This is utter nonsense, pure fabrication, completely absurd!"

"Out, I don’t welcome you here, get out at once!"

Wu Li nodded at Wang Hai: "I will come again tomorrow, and I hope to meet Master Li Lei. If he can really show me the power of Divine Intent Tai Chi, I am willing to publicly apologize for what I said today."

With that, Wu Li turned and walked outside.

"Ha, what a scammer, a punch to the chest and the injuries are to the ankle and the brain? And he brings that up as a brag?"

"It looks like this first episode was purposefully aimed at exposing fraud. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s confrontation between Wu Li and Master Li."

"That’s the way to do it! Use real kung fu to unveil the fake masters, not only preventing more people from getting scammed but also showing the world what true kung fu is!"

...

The director nodded silently as he read the comments, feeling that this episode had gotten off to a great start. The number of viewers in the live stream had already surpassed 200,000 and was still rising.

The director believed that after today, the number of viewers for ’Seeking Martial Arts’ would definitely grow!

As the group left the Martial Arts Hall, shouts came from behind.

"Master Wu Li, Master Wu Li!"

Wu Li looked back to see a student dressed in the white training suit of Divine Intent Tai Chi, a scholarly-looking young man with glasses.

"Hello, what’s the matter?" Wu Li asked.

The student looked around before stepping forward and whispering, "You guys are live streaming, aren’t you?"

Wu Li nodded: "Yes."

The student clenched his teeth and then said to the camera lens, "I want to report! I’m reporting that Divine Intent Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall is deliberately misleading students and swindling money!"

Wu Li was somewhat surprised, "Let’s find a place to sit and talk."

But the student shook his head, "No need to sit down and talk, I’ll take you somewhere, and then you’ll see what I mean."

So the group descended the stairs and got into the show’s van, guided by the student, they came to a hospital.

The student who wanted to report was named Su Qiwen, a college student currently enrolled. He deliberately joined Divine Intent Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall, looking to dig up some dirt to expose the Martial Arts Hall.

Now, he brought Wu Li and the group to find his aunt and uncle. According to him, his cousin, his aunt’s son, was duped by the people of Divine Intent Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall, stole a large sum of money from home to learn boxing, which resulted in his aunt being hospitalized due to anger, and his uncle was on the verge of disowning his cousin.

Su Qiwen had a close relationship with his aunt’s family and was outraged, so he joined on purpose, looking for evidence to report the Martial Arts Hall. Seeing Wu Li come to expose fraud today, he saw it as an opportunity and immediately followed them.

Not long after, Wu Li met Su Qiwen’s aunt in a hospital ward, lying in bed getting an IV, with her husband by her side.

When Su Qiwen told his uncle and aunt about Wu Li’s mission to expose the fraud and briefly recounted Wu Li’s performance in the Martial Arts Hall, his uncle, a man in his fifties, burst into torrents of tears by the bedside.