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Chapter 298 - 270: The Movements of the Heart, the Vast Fist Intent

Chapter 298: Chapter 270: The Movements of the Heart, the Vast Fist Intent

"The Five-star Red Flag flutters in the wind, how loud the victory songs are!"

The grand chorus of ten thousand people took Wu Li by surprise. He hadn’t expected so many Chinese people at the scene today, nor had he imagined that a spur-of-the-moment action of his would cause such a stir.

However, listening to the resonant singing of the crowd, Wu Li felt his spirit moved.

He could sense that surge of emotions that made one’s heart race—the sincerity and the united strength of the masses.

...

Hua Country, Chuhua University.

In the dormitory, Chen Dong and Wang Xuecheng were equally stunned as they watched the scene on the computer screen: Wu Li standing atop the Octagonal Cage, holding the national flag in both hands while the passionate singing filled the stadium.

The camera intentionally swept across the audience, many yellow-skinned, black-eyed, black-haired Chinese faces; there were men and women, some young, some mature. But at this moment, regardless of gender or age, they all stood up, singing loudly.

Some sang until their voices were hoarse, and as the camera panned over, one could clearly see the veins on their necks; some sang until tears streamed down their faces, wiping away tears as they sang; some were taking photos while singing along, their faces alight with excitement and pride.

"Damn, it’s windy tonight."

Wang Xuecheng suddenly rubbed his eyes. Chen Dong also felt a tingling in his nose. He turned to Wang Xuecheng and scoffed; where was the wind coming from in the dorm?

"Hmm? Old Wang, do you hear any noises?" Chen Dong frowned and looked towards the door.

Wang Xuecheng cleared his throat. "No?"

Chen Dong got up to open the large door of the dormitory, and then the sounds became clearer:

"The Five-star Red Flag flutters in the wind~"

The singing echoed in the hallway, not from the computer, not a solo, but many people singing.

Chen Dong and Wang Xuecheng exchanged glances, smiled at each other, and also began to sing:

"Over mountains, over plains,

Crossing the surging Yellow River and the Yangtze~"

The singing, as if by magic, spread from one floor to the next, layer by layer, until the entire male dormitory building echoed with the same song.

Then the adjacent dorm buildings, and the one next to that...

The women’s dormitory across was startled by the singing; many girls opened their doors to see what craziness the boys were up to this time.

In the past, these boys had collective singing or heckling sessions, like helping someone confess with a love song, or shouting at the girl’s dorm across, teasing the girls. So when there was a commotion today, the girls were not surprised, but after listening for a moment, they were puzzled: Why this song? And it sounded quite emotional too.

Among the girls, there were also many Wu Li’s fans, especially at Chuhua University, since Wu Li was from there and had attracted many girls before he became famous. So soon after, some girls figured out the answer: They were singing because of a fight match, where someone represented our country and won, then raised the national flag on the scene, leading to tens of thousands at the event to sing "Singing for the Motherland" together, followed by these boys watching the live broadcast.

Understanding the reason, many girls softened their gaze towards the boy’s dormitory.

It seemed that this time, these guys were pretty cool. And the person who won the match that led so many people to sing for him, he must be quite remarkable, right?

...

Qi City, at the home of Yan Baili.

The old man and Xue Bai exchanged glances, both seeing excitement in each other’s eyes.

"Master, he just used Yong Chun," Xue Bai said.

Yan Baili nodded: "I saw."

He looked again towards the screen, towards that young man at the center of ten thousand people’s attention.

"Incredible!"

"Master."

"As a martial artist, incredible!"

The elderly man muttered to himself, saying something, and then saying something more.

...

Lincang City, Xiong County.

Gao Zheng watched the scene before him, listening to the moving song, speechless for a long time.

It was only when he saw Wu Li use Eagle Claw Fist on the stage and shout out its name that he truly understood: the passing of the old martial arts era didn’t mean Traditional Martial Arts would become extinct. In the new era, Martial Arts could still shine with captivating brilliance!

Only then did he truly understand his son’s pursuit and realized why Gao Jianping was so resolute in leaving with Wu Li.

Indeed, the skills honed over many years and the kung fu efforts shouldn’t be buried in some remote and unknown place; they deserved to reach greater heights, to attract the gaze of thousands!

...

At the event, Wu Li still held the national flag high.

Among the thirty thousand spectators, besides the more than ten thousand Chinese, the rest were Americans and a minority from other countries.

Hearing such a majestic song and seeing such a scene of thousands singing in unison, they too were deeply moved.

Many took out their phones to capture the moment, while others applauded the singing Chinese and accompanied the rhythm with claps.

This was a spectacle never before seen in UFC history, a chorus of thousands, with several thousand clapping and keeping the beat.

Wu Li stood atop the Octagonal Cage, with the flag in hand, immersing himself in the song, his spirit gradually focusing.

Different from the concentration in life-or-death moments, where his spirit was clear and undistracted, Wu Li now felt greatly stirred. He was moved by the chorus of thousands and felt a grand conception in this emotion.

All along his journey, Wu Li’s goal had remained unchanged: to promote Chinese Martial Arts. There were two reasons for this:

First, Wu Li had practiced martial arts since childhood. He loved Martial Arts and hoped that the kung fu he practiced would be known and recognized by more people.

Second, Wu Li had acquired the Martial Arts System, which encompassed all Martial Arts, including those that had been lost to time. What kind of miracle could have led him to such a thing? Wu Li felt that since fate had granted him this system, it was his duty to ensure the transmission of these Martial Arts, to glorify and elevate Chinese Martial Arts!

It was for these two reasons that Wu Li had come this far, step by step. Even with newfound fame and a fortune worth billions, he didn’t waver or slacken, for he knew that compared to what he intended to achieve, his current accomplishments were merely the beginning.

Finally, today, he could showcase Traditional Martial Arts in the world’s highest-level combat competition, leading to tonight’s match.

His punches in the past, often seemingly for some inconsequential people, were in fact also for himself.

Having grievances within his heart, only through fighting could he express himself fully.

Promoting Traditional Martial Arts was indeed the same; his Fist Intent was as follows: "I fight, seeking only a clear conscience!"

Wu Li never thought about doing something for the country or the people. Those notions were too grand, too distant; as long as he could face himself without guilt, that was enough.

But tonight, Wu Li’s actions that sparked this chorus of thousands left him deeply shocked and moved.

He had never deliberately thought about doing something for this country or this nation; however, when he had indeed done something, the response from his compatriots moved him, reinforcing the convictions in his heart.

PS: Follow-up content is in the author’s note of this Chapter, visible to those who subscribe to the official version. Sometimes, key clues are placed within.

Hmm, this Chapter is quite important.

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