Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

The scene just now was a little explosive.

Huang Hongxiong punched Zhang Baiwei in the left ribs, sending the latter flying three or four meters away before landing on a chair.

This is outrageous! The people at the scene were completely baffled.

Chen Ye quietly withdrew his palm. Just now, with the crowd of onlookers so crowded, his true energy was transmitted to the second person, then through the third person, and finally landed on Huang Hongxiong's back.

The power had already been reduced a lot, but I never expected that Zhang Baiwei, who was so weak, would actually be knocked away?

Chen Ye shook his head, thinking to himself: If I were to strike the crowd with all my might, I should be able to turn at least five people into pieces.

Tang Long suddenly stood up, leaned over to observe for a moment, and saw Zhang Baiwei sitting in the chair tilting his head and spitting out saliva.

Xiao Zhang's acting is way too exaggerated.

"Xiao Zhang, are you alright?"

"It hurts..." Zhang Baiwei said with difficulty.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My chest hurts, and my butt... hurts too."

Tang Long glanced at the ceiling instinctively, then shook his head vigorously: "No, he didn't spank you, did he?"

With a loud cry, Zhang Baiwei fainted from the pain.

Tang Long turned his head to look at the crowd, which happened to attract Huang Hongxiong's bewildered gaze, and the two exchanged glances.

it is more than words.

For Tang Long, this fight was just a performance; to put it bluntly, only a few of his "own people" knew about it.

The others are just bystanders; their role is to spread the word online.

"The person has fainted."

"Was Brother Wei beaten to death?"

"He's not dead, he's still breathing! Call 120 quickly!"

Tang Long stood up and shouted loudly, "No need to call 120, I'll be fine after resting for a while."

"In combat sports, bumps and bruises are commonplace. If you need to call an ambulance after just one punch, what's the point of training?"

"Everyone, disperse. From now on, practice your skills diligently and never look down on Master Wong's Wing Chun again."

One of the fighters asked incredulously, "Wing Chun? Isn't it exaggerated in the movies? Is it really that powerful?"

"Perhaps we've been following fake 'masters' all along?"

"Impossible, I don't think so. I've fought with people who practice traditional martial arts before, and they only have fancy moves; they don't have any real combat skills."

The martial arts students were discussing it excitedly. They had seen it clearly just now. Huang Hongxiong, this old man in his forties, punched someone so hard that his feet left the ground. The impact felt very real; it didn't look fake.

Traditional martial arts have indeed been tarnished in recent years. The middle generation was influenced by Jin Yong's novels, and at the time, Bruce Lee's movies were popular all over the world, and many kung fu movies were produced in China.

The Chinese people's yearning for kung fu has become a memory for a generation, almost engraved in their genes.

In recent years, there have been too many cases of people using traditional martial arts to make money and exploit others, only to be exposed as frauds. This has led people to feel that traditional martial arts are just like the qigong scam that was popular in the last century.

A group of young men who used to practice Wing Chun with Huang Hongxiong suddenly started yelling.

"My master is invincible!"

"I knew it! There are martial arts masters in this world!" One of the boys was so excited he almost cried.

Someone raised the question: "I didn't see Master Huang move much just now, how could he have knocked someone flying?"

"You guys who practice combat sports don't know anything! This is a one-inch punch! It concentrates all your strength into a single point and explodes! You could bend a wrench with that!"

"Isn't the one who slaps the wrench the Tongbei Quan style? It seems his disciple has already been exposed as a fraud."

Another young man practicing Tai Chi chimed in, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! What Master Huang just did wasn't a one-inch punch, nor was it Wing Chun. He first neutralized the opponent's force, then used his waist and hips to redirect it back. That's the principle of using the opponent's force against them in Tai Chi!"

"It's clearly Tai Chi, okay!"

"Master, say something! Master, say something! Is it Tai Chi or our inch punch?"

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what Master Huang has to say."

Huang Hongxiong snapped out of his daze, waved his hand, and said, "Save people first, save people first."

"Learn from this, this is martial virtue!"

After a pause, Huang Hongxiong cleared his throat and called out loudly:

"Please calm down, everyone! Traditional martial arts are inherently interconnected, and all paths lead to the same goal! So why has our traditional martial arts fallen to the point where it's being questioned as just empty show? The root cause lies in sectarianism and the desire to keep secrets!"

Huang Hongxiong's tone suddenly turned serious: "I'm standing up today not to prove how good I am in a fight, but to tell everyone!"

"Kung Fu is a cultural treasure left to us by our ancestors; it embodies the spirit of the Chinese people! Seeing young people today only knowing about combat sports and Taekwondo makes me anxious! Our own martial arts are no less effective than any foreign style of kung fu!"

After speaking, Huang Hongxiong glanced at Tang Long out of the corner of his eye. The latter nodded slightly, and his hand, hidden in his sleeve, made an OK sign at a tricky angle.

"Master Huang, I, Tang, am convinced."

A retired fighter shouted, "Master Huang, I'd like to give it a try too. In your old-fashioned terms, how about we team up?"

Huang Hongxiong smiled faintly: "Young man, it's understandable that you're eager to fight. I'm getting old, and my strength can't keep up. How about we compete in our next match, not in martial arts, but in our ideas?"

"My master is invincible! Who dares to pull down my pants?!"

Someone brought Huang Hongxiong a chair, and the latter sat there casually drinking mineral water.

Many people gathered around and asked a lot of questions, but Huang Hongxiong seemed to be prepared and began to tell a story.

"I started learning boxing at the age of eight. On the day I became an apprentice, my master personally put the belt on my waist..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye quietly left. He planned to check on Gong Rongrong, who should be awake by now.

Tang Long had no interest in listening to that man surnamed Huang's boasting, and seeing that the atmosphere was about right, he spoke up:

"Xiao He, Xiao Liu, come here and carry Zhang Baiwei to the sofa in my office to sleep for a while."

Two men wearing black training vests stepped out from the crowd in response.

One person bent down to support Zhang Baiwei's back, while another person supported his legs, just about to lift him up.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out, and Zhang Baiwei's body tensed up.

"Don't touch me, it hurts! It hurts!"

Xiao He and Xiao Liu were startled and quickly let go.

Tang Long's eyelids twitched; this guy's talent is wasted if he doesn't become an actor.

Sweat beaded on Zhang Baiwei's forehead, streaming down his face. His complexion was deathly pale, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, his hands bracing against the ground.

Tang Long was dumbfounded. Could it be that they used one of those blood pack props from a movie? If they did that, the police would be here soon. This is a bit much.

Tang Long squatted down, winked and lowered his voice: "That's enough, go to my office and rest for a while."

Zhang Baiwei grabbed Tang Long's wrist, using his last bit of strength, and said weakly, "Go...go to the hospital...I feel...I'm going to...die..."

Her head lolled to the side, and she completely lost consciousness, her body limply leaning against Tang Long's chest.

"Holy crap..."

Tang Long was horrified. Had something really happened?! A single punch? How did Huang Hongxiong manage that?!

"Mr. Tang, is this person alright?"

Tang Long said sternly, "Call 120 immediately!"

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

Two medical staff pushed in a stretcher and saw Zhang Baiwei curled up in a chair. After a brief inquiry, they immediately began targeted examinations and treatment.

After lifting the person into the ambulance, Tang Long personally accompanied the ambulance to the hospital.

The onlookers were still discussing it.

Sitting in the ambulance, Tang Long looked out at the rushing street scenes, then glanced down at the unconscious Zhang Baiwei, and felt a pang of fear.

"What on earth is going on??"

At Xincheng Central Hospital, medical staff rushed in with a stretcher, followed closely by Tang Long.

People hurried along the corridor, with doctors and nurses in white coats bustling about.

It wasn't until Zhang Baiwei was wheeled into the emergency room that Tang Long belatedly realized, "Could it be that this guy surnamed Huang is really a peerless master?? Impossible."

"I've been competing for half my life, and I've never seen anyone from traditional martial arts who can fight like this. This is just too outrageous!"

In the other reading room, Dr. Wang was sitting in front of the lightbox, holding a CT scan of Zhang Baiwei in his hand. He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixed on the rib images on the film, his brows slightly furrowed.

Twenty minutes later, in the doctor's office, Tang Long sat in a chair, waiting for the test results.

Dr. Wang put down the X-ray films and said in a deep voice:

"The preliminary diagnosis is closed bilateral fractures of the 5th and 6th ribs, ruling out flail chest and hemopneumothorax, but we need to be alert to delayed hemothorax."

"Two ribs broken?" Tang Long asked.

Dr. Wang said confidently:

"The fracture ends are significantly displaced, requiring surgical reduction and internal fixation; otherwise, it may result in lifelong disability."

"Is it...that serious?"

Dr. Wang asked, "Did he vomit blood before?"

"Yes, he vomited blood."

Dr. Wang pointed to the edge of the lungs on the scan, his eyes gleaming with excitement:

"That's right! That's amazing."

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Wang composed himself, seemingly quite interested in this phenomenon, and began to speak:

"It's a very strange phenomenon. The impact force was so special that it penetrated the chest cavity. The surface of the lungs and the airway mucosa are full of these delicate capillaries, and most of them were ruptured."

"Broken capillaries will leak blood, which will irritate the throat and cause coughing or vomiting, which manifests as vomiting blood, but is not internal bleeding."

Tang Long frowned as he listened.

Have you ever encountered this situation when treating patients who had been fighting?

"No, his injuries are very unusual, very unusual, and require further confirmation."

Dr. Wang felt he could publish a brand new paper, how could he not be excited?

"Is there any danger to his life?"

Dr. Wang shook his head and instructed, "Don't you wear protective gear during training? If the broken ribs injure internal organs, it will be a serious matter. Also, his broken ribs are not a problem, but his lung condition is very unusual."

Tang Long asked, "Will he be able to compete again after this?"

The doctor shook his head: "Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns."

"what?"

"I can't give you an answer right now. Have you contacted the patient's family?"

Tang Long said, "This kid's parents divorced when he was young. One went to Los Angeles and the other stayed in Guangzhou. He got divorced again last year and is all alone now."

The doctor asked, "Are you his relative?"

Tang Long sighed: "I guess you could call him his boss. I'll cover the treatment costs first."

"It would be best to contact his other relatives. I'll write you a prescription first." The doctor lowered his head and started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

……

An hour later, a video of Wing Chun master Wong Hung-hung defeating a large man with a one-inch punch went viral!

#Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns.

#Haters, please give your rat tail juice

#My Master is Invincible

#Leave traditional martial arts alone, stop hyping it up.

……

Wu Tianming was sitting in his office, watching videos of the Longquan Fighting Gym.

This was the second plan they had devised. Their initial intention was to pit Wing Chun against modern combat sports, then continue to spread the news online, amplifying the previous events.

Wu Tianming was very satisfied with the result, which exceeded his expectations.

Various explosive derivative works of the video have emerged, the comment section has exploded, with all sorts of clips and edits appearing, and several influential figures have reposted and commented on them.

Everyone wants to ride this wave of traffic.

Wu Tianming laughed and said, "Great! That's wonderful!"

Huang Hongxiong, who had rushed over, sat down next to him, his heart pounding. "Manager Wu, I feel like Zhang Baiwei's acting is a bit off. My punch shouldn't have been that powerful!"

Wu Tianming tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze still fixed on the comments section of his phone screen, his smile deepening: "Master Huang, you guys rehearsed really well behind the scenes—the backward jump, all done in one go!"

"This incident sparked controversy. Some people say that traditional martial arts are real skills, some people criticize it as scripted, and some people cheer for you. Once emotions are high, the topic becomes lively. Netizens join in the discussion and take sides. Regardless of whether they understand martial arts or not, they all want to join in the fun. Everyone is just following their emotions."

Huang Hongxiong seemed to understand something: "That makes sense, doesn't it?"

Wu Tianming said with a smile, "In marketing, there's a phenomenon called 'positional controversy.' Netizens are here to prove their own views and insights!"

"Look at these comments. They can make up stories out of thin air, and as long as there's controversy and traffic, things will be easier for us to handle later."

"However, I may receive challenges from many people," Huang Hongxiong said with some worry.

Wu Tianming said, "Don't worry, I have nine solutions."

"Nine types?"

"Nine types!"

Wu Tianming said in a deep voice, "I just didn't expect that President Tang would send Zhang Baiwei to the hospital. It seems he's thinking further ahead than we are! I was right, Zhang Baiwei might be faking his hospitalization, and this expense was well spent."

Huang Hongxiong took out his phone: "I'll call Lao Tang and ask him to come over and discuss the next steps."

"Okay, put it on speakerphone."

Huang Hongxiong dialed the phone, beep beep beep—

On the phone, Tang Long sounded a little uneasy, "Hey, Master Huang, I was just about to call you!"

Huang Hongxiong said, "Old Tang, have you arranged for someone to work at the hospital too?"

"I'll arrange something terrible for him! Zhang Baiwei is dying."

Huang Hongxiong exclaimed, "What do you mean? Oh, right, let me tell you, we've rehearsed several times before, and I really didn't expect Zhang Baiwei's backward jump to be so smooth and realistic. When I become famous in the future, I've decided to invite him to join me in entering the film and television industry."

"Zhang Baiwei broke two ribs."

"No, a broken rib? That's incredibly extravagant. Is he going to go this far just to get a bigger slice of the pie?"

Tang Long said in a deep voice, "You broke it with one punch? You're really awesome."

"..."

"Explain yourself clearly. Is it that bastard Zhang Baiwei is up to some crooked scheme, trying to extort money from us?"

Where are you? I'm coming to find you.

"I just arrived at Manager Wu's office."