Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

The following day, at the Dragon Fist Fighting Gym.

Gong Rongrong led Chen Ye to a training ground and then drew the curtains.

She noticed that Chen Ye was acting strangely; he learned everything incredibly quickly. No matter what kind of kung fu it was, he could master it completely after just a few repetitions, and he was even better than many coaches.

Gong Rongrong could conclude that Chen Ye was a martial arts prodigy.

Martial arts are not like dance; they are not just about perfecting various movements or performing routines. True kung fu needs to be honed through real combat.

She felt that Chen Ye was a fine piece of jade and should be properly polished.

He might actually be trained into a master of traditional kung fu.

"Is there going to be training today?" Chen Ye asked.

"No, I'll teach you practical skills."

Gong Rongrong was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, which showed off her well-proportioned figure and beautiful curves. Her hair was also tied up.

Gong Rongrong did some simple warm-up exercises, then did a split, lifting her legs up to the wall and pressing her head against her calves.

How flexible is your body?

Chen Ye said, "Aren't you afraid of damaging your body by stretching your legs like that?"

Gong Rongrong pressed her cheek against her knees and tilted her head, saying, "Stretching is a basic skill."

Chen Ye said, "Excessive stretching can prevent you from growing taller."

Upon hearing this, Gong Rongrong turned around, her left leg retracting like a spring, while her right leg rose smoothly, taut against the wall. The movements were seamless, as if her body had no bones to restrain her.

"The Baguazhang I practice is not just for show; its core lies in walking and turning. It is based on the 'mud-walking step'."

"Baguazhang emphasizes agility and flexibility. If you are not flexible enough, you will feel sluggish when you move around."

"In palm techniques, the emphasis is on the balance of hardness and softness..." Gong Rongrong explained while demonstrating the movements: "For example, with a single palm change, when the opponent throws a punch, I follow the path of his punch and deflect his force at the same time."

"I practiced the mud-walking step for three years. People nowadays are too impatient and only want quick results."

Chen Ye nodded: "I've noticed that whether it's martial arts or anything else, everyone wants to learn quickly."

Gong Rongrong said in a deep voice, "Come on, attack me."

Chen Ye said, "Are we really going to fight? Shouldn't you wear some protective gear or something?"

"It's just a friendly spar, nothing serious."

"Why don't you wear a helmet?" Chen Ye pointed to the pile of protective helmets in the corner.

Gong Rongrong smiled faintly, assumed the starting stance of Baguazhang, and took a step with a twist and a hook.

"Chen Ye, you cunning gossip expert, watch carefully, I'll only teach you once!"

Chen Ye also assumed a Baguazhang starting stance and said calmly, "That's good."

Gong Rongrong asked doubtfully, "You don't have to be like me."

"There are thousands of martial arts styles. If you master one, you can master all of them. In my opinion, there is no difference between them."

Gong Rongrong frowned and launched the first attack.

"That's a bit arrogant of you."

Gong Rongrong slid out through the mud with her footwork, her left foot turned inward and her right foot turned outward, twisting her waist and hips, and her right palm stabbed straight into Chen Ye's heart.

Chen Ye stepped to the side, casually placing his left hand on her wrist. He gently deflected the force of her twisting waist and turning her palm, causing Gong Rongrong to stagger forward half a step involuntarily.

She immediately took advantage of the momentum to flip over, her left foot drawing a half circle on the ground, her right palm turning into a slash, cutting straight down Chen Ye's ribs, her outer foot turning inward, her inner foot touching her ankle bone, her center of gravity lowered like a swimming dragon.

Chen Ye turned slightly, and at the same time, he flicked his right finger lightly along the edge of her palm.

Gong Rongrong felt a tingling sensation in her palm and her eyes widened!

She immediately changed tactics, circling around behind Chen Ye, her palms fluttering like butterfly wings as she used a double palm exchange, pushing and pulling.

But Chen Ye seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a flick of his wrist, he reached out from under her buttocks and lifted her up, throwing Gong Rongrong away.

The stadium was huge. Gong Rongrong flew more than ten meters away, the wind whistling in her ears, her brain shutting down, and her delicate body crashing into the wall.

At the moment of impact with the wall, Chen Ye formed a claw with one hand and hurriedly used his true energy to perform a divine power similar to the Star Absorbing Technique, pulling her body forward to reduce the impact.

Chen Ye was speechless for a moment. "I didn't use much force, so how did I fly out??"

Fortunately, the walls of the training field were covered with soft cushions, and Gong Rongrong was so shaken that she fainted after landing.

Chen Ye rushed over to check on her injuries.

"No? He's not dead, is he??"

Chen Ye quickly checked her breathing and found that she had just fainted, which relieved him.

"Ugh, what a mess this is."

Chen Ye shook Gong Rongrong a few times, but found that she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

"I don't think we need to call 120."

He knelt down and placed three fingers on her pulse.

After taking his pulse for a while, Chen Ye looked puzzled. It didn't seem like the dullness after an external injury. Instead, it was floating and scattered, thin and weak like silk, with occasional rapid beats, like a frightened deer running around wildly.

This pulse? "When one is startled, one's Qi becomes disordered; when Qi is disordered, the mind has nothing to rely on, the spirit has nowhere to return, and the thoughts are not settled, hence the Qi becomes disordered."

Chen Ye then carefully pressed her pulse at the cun position.

"It was shock and disorientation that caused her to faint. In other words, she fainted from fright?"

Fear can damage the kidneys, which is why many people experience urinary incontinence after being frightened.

Chen Ye glanced at her crotch instinctively, thankfully she hadn't wet herself in fear.

"Is this ridiculous?"

In her condition, no medication is needed; she only needs to rest quietly, and she will wake up naturally once her mind returns to normal.

Chen Ye picked up Gong Rongrong and gently placed her on the yoga mat.

After doing all this, Chen Ye sat cross-legged to the side, protecting her, and began to think.

"It's really frustrating. The martial arts practitioners in this world are too weak without the protection of internal energy."

"Ultimately, to them, my cultivation level is just monstrous. Ugh. So annoying."

Previously, Chen Jianbin, after drinking, speculated that his son could beat more than a dozen Tysons in their prime with his bare hands.

In fact, if you gave Chen Ye a knife, even a 200-pound Tyson would have to run away with his tail between his legs.

Chen Ye took off his coat and covered Gong Rongrong with it, then reached out and brushed the hair from her forehead.

"At least I didn't cruelly destroy her. Miss Rongrong, I'm sorry."

At that moment, a commotion arose outside the door.

Many students and instructors headed towards the martial arts academy.

"Zhang Baiwei is really going to go all out with Master Huang this time!"

"A martial arts sparring match? I've never seen Wing Chun versus a mixed martial arts match before."

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Eating melons is human nature, and Chen Ye was no exception, so he followed the crowd to join them.

Following the video of Zhang Baiwei's provocation at the boxing gym going viral in the city, Wing Chun master Huang Hongxiong publicly posted on his personal social media, stating that he would defend traditional martial arts and accept the challenge from the boxing community.

The first challenger was Zhang Baiwei.

"Huang Hongxiong, I'm here today to wake you up." Zhang Baiwei, wearing boxing gloves, jumped around.

On the other side, Huang Hongxiong, dressed in a white mandarin jacket, stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster.

A large crowd formed a circle, and many people were taking pictures with their phones.

Everyone was very excited.

Tang Long sat on the armchair next to him, playing with two iron walnuts in his hands, seemingly a witness to this competition.

"Let's make this clear first: if one side voluntarily concedes defeat, the fight must stop immediately, and you'll be responsible for any damage caused."

Zhang Baiwei mimicked the swinging motion of a pendulum, brimming with confidence.

"Hey Huang, are you sure you don't want to wear boxing gloves?"

Huang Hongxiong smiled faintly, stretched out one hand, and asked.

"Wing Chun, Huang Hongxiong"

Chen Ye frowned slightly. This treacherous Zhang Baiwei had indeed come again. He just wondered how skilled Master Huang was.

The two of them actually started fighting like it was a real fight, with each other going back and forth.

It's hard to judge right now.

One is Wing Chun, which involves a turning horse stance, where there is basically no movement.

A free-fighting style, jumping around.

Many people below cheered.

Tang Long watched with a sullen face. He felt that Zhang Baiwei was still not quite up to par; his acting was a bit fake.

"They're hitting a weak point."

Zhang Baiwei glanced at his boss, gritted his teeth, and punched Huang Hongxiong straight in the face with his right fist.

Huang Hongxiong lowered his waist and turned his hips, spreading his left arm and pulling outwards. The latter pretended to have lost most of his strength, while his right palm slashed straight at Zhang Baiwei's ribs.

Zhang Baiwei parried with a horizontal left punch, pressing down with his elbow.

Huang Hongxiong followed closely, his fists striking back and forth fiercely, the punches raining down like a dense storm.

"Sun-shaped punch! That's awesome!"

"Hmm, Master Huang has a Donnie Yen vibe."

"Master Huang, slap him in the mouth!"

Huang Hongxiong's punches were lightning fast, but perhaps due to his age, his strength couldn't keep up.

After fiddling with it for less than a minute, he was knocked back by Zhang Baiwei and almost fell to the ground. He only managed to stay upright by leaning on the audience.

The crowd collectively lost their balance and leaned back, with the audience in the front row helping Huang Hongxiong.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Chen Ye quietly raised his hand, his palm aimed at the back of the person in front of him. His true energy was transferred to the second person, then through the third person, and finally landed on Huang Hongxiong's back.

Huang Hongxiong felt a strange push from his back, twisted his waist sharply, and threw a short punch.

"Bang!"

After a muffled thud, Zhang Baiwei felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he flew backward, bent over.

Tang Long leaped up from the armchair, narrowly avoiding the flying figure.

Zhang Baiwei crashed into an empty chair, sliding two meters backward with the chair, and sat on the chair with his head tilted to the side, motionless, his fate unknown.

Huang Hongxiong remained in his punching stance, looking completely bewildered.

The scene was completely silent.

"What's going on?" Tang Long asked.