Let the true energy circulate for a while

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This time, "China's Best Kung Fu" includes traditional kung fu competitions, and traditional kung fu can apply to compete on the same stage as Western boxing, but the reverse is not allowed!

The Luocheng Culture and Tourism Bureau was overjoyed, as it quickly gained countless fans.

Several matches were held in the past two days, and the traditional martial arts masters who took the stage first were defeated one after another by freestyle fighters.

The freestyle fighting arena also attracted many professional fighters, including foreigners, and the fighting was exceptionally intense. This was the first time such a large-scale commercial event had been held in China, attracting many foreign fighters.

Luocheng Cultural Palace Senior Citizens Activity Center.

There is a public lobby. If there are events or large job fairs in the square, the lobby will charge the organizers a certain rental fee.

Today, the hall of the Cultural Palace was temporarily requisitioned by the Wushu Association.

Below, a large group of about a hundred people sat, most of them kung fu enthusiasts from all over the country. Some were running training classes, some were teaching kung fu individually, some were selling courses online, some were scammers, and some were masters with genuine kung fu skills and lineage.

It's a mixed bag; all sorts of people are there.

The meeting was chaired by Ma Hongyuan, vice chairman of the Los Angeles Traditional Martial Arts Association.

"Gentlemen, they've already come knocking on our door. If we, who practice traditional martial arts, don't even have a decent master, wouldn't we really be considered frauds?"

The people below were talking amongst themselves, saying, "To put it bluntly, they're all just talkers trying to make money; not many of them can actually fight!"

"I propose that Master Huang Hongxiong represent the traditional martial arts community and defeat that Muay Thai champion!"

"Yes, Master Wong's Wing Chun is very powerful. He once sent someone flying with a single punch."

"Where's Master Huang? Hey, Master Huang, don't go!"

"Quick! Grab Master Huang!"

Huang Hongxiong was pulled along and forced himself to say, "Gentlemen, what qualifications do I have to represent the traditional martial arts circle? Many of you here are my elders."

"The renowned masters of Hongquan and Bajiquan from Hebei, Zhuangquan and Angquan from Guangxi; Xingyiquan from Shanxi, Mantis Boxing and Chaquan from Shandong, Cai Li Fo from Guangdong, Wuzuquan from Fujian, Tongbei from Shaanxi, and Emeiquan from Sichuan..."

Huang Hongxiong basically listed all the different styles of martial arts from all over the country, and finally said, "My Wing Chun is a minor style from the south. There are only four or five people in each generation, so it's not going to be very popular."

Ma Hongyuan said loudly, "Master Huang, you're too modest. If the veterans hold onto their positions and refuse to step down, how can the newcomers possibly rise to the top?"

Huang Hongxiong sighed, "I'm so old, but youth has the upper hand in boxing."

Just then, a young man in sportswear jogged in, shouting with a look of grief and indignation, "We lost again! This time we're so humiliated we're practically rolling on the floor!"

"What happened?"

The young man took out his phone, ran up to the stage in the auditorium, and opened a video.

"This was just recorded at the competition venue. Luckily, matches outside the quarterfinals aren't broadcast live online, so I reckon you guys will be able to find the replay online soon!"

A large crowd gathered around, filling the stage, all craning their necks.

"Hey? Isn't that Master Wang Qingshan?!"

"That's him! The famous Tai Chi master in Luocheng, he follows the old style!"

In the corner of the boxing ring, a middle-aged man in a white training uniform sits calmly drinking tea, holding a blue and white porcelain cup in his hand, with a group of disciples standing behind him.

On the boxing ring, a strong young man wearing boxing gloves is warming up.

"Is this Tai Chi versus martial arts?"

"Wang Qingshan has opened five or six Tai Chi schools in the new and old city areas, with several hundred students!"

"Advisor to the Municipal Martial Arts Association, and a genuine champion in the provincial traditional martial arts push hands competition two years ago!"

"I often appear on local TV health programs to talk about Tai Chi combat and health preservation."

"I've publicly stated before that Tai Chi is real skill, not just fancy moves, and that it can use an opponent's force against them to counter modern combat sports!"

"Wang Qingshan was probably forced to fight this young man who was into combat sports because his apprentices were holding him back."

The video starts off normally: Wang Qingshan takes the stage, bows to his opponent, and then the host introduces him and emphasizes the rules.

The two players separated.

Wang Qingshan struck a Tai Chi pose, and with his white training uniform, he looked quite convincing.

Cheers immediately erupted from below.

Immediately afterward, the whistle blew, and the young man wearing boxing gloves delivered a series of punches, leaving Wang Qingshan in a stiff state. Before falling to the ground, one of his hands was still in a Tai Chi posture.

The entire match lasted less than 10 seconds, and the defeat of Tai Chi was a foregone conclusion.

Ma Hongyuan sighed, his face grim. "Is there not a single person in the entire city of Luo who can fight?"

"Let's call it a day. The rules restrict the use of many lethal moves. How is Wang Qingshan supposed to fight?"

"Wake up, Second Uncle. If there were no rules, free-fighting fighters could kill Wang Qingshan."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. This affected the interests of many people present, making it even more difficult to make money and exploit others in the future.

Just then, another person ran in, exclaiming excitedly, "Someone who practices Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) beat someone who practices combat sports!"

When did this happen?

"Just now, from the last game, the players hadn't left yet, and the second game is coming up soon."

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

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……

The Los Angeles Stadium was bustling with activity.

Chen Ye had just finished registering and was now resting in the lobby.

Looking around, there are six arenas, three of which are being broadcast live online simultaneously, with the host introducing the competition while promoting products.

The event was quite successful. The open viewing area was divided into small temporary shops, and many businesses, large and small, spent money to promote their brands here.

The overall feel is somewhat similar to a convention center.

The area was divided into four sections. The largest section was the competition venue, and the remaining section was a temporary car show. The "Martial Arts Babes" dressed in sexy clothes acted as car models, attracting many spectators to come and see the cars.

There is another area that the local cultural and tourism bureau uses to promote Los Angeles culture, and it displays many Los Angeles specialties and other products.

The remaining two areas are booths for various gyms, combat sports centers, and martial arts schools, as well as temporary relaxation areas for visitors.

After Chen Ye gave his name, he was immediately arranged to enter the final four by the organizer's staff. He didn't ask any questions and took a copy of the competition process to read.

Chen Jianbin came out from the organizer's side with a printed sheet in his hand and said, "Xiao Ye, this is your opponent's information. It was just printed out."

"Mark Anderson, male, 31 years old, American citizen, former professional boxer."

Chen Ye glanced at it. "I'm going to be facing a foreigner?"

"Yes, the Secret Service must have spoken to the organizers. They're worried you might kill your fellow countrymen."

Chen Ye chuckled: "Dad, didn't you tell them that I've already adapted to this era and can handle things with ease? Now, even if someone points their finger at me and calls me trash, I won't get very angry. At most, I'll cripple them, but I won't actually kill them."

"Crippling him is not an option."

Chen Ye said, "Since the Special Operations Bureau wants to use this method to get Mr. K's attention, I'll just use my true energy on the stage and save ourselves from endless fighting."

Chen Jianbin thought for a moment and said, "Is this a good idea? Your internal energy can strike people from a distance, which doesn't conform to physics. Besides, your match is likely to be broadcast live. They won't be able to explain it to the public then."

Chen Ye said, "I'm just releasing my inner energy; I don't actually create special effects with it. It's not that exaggerated, is it? How about this: you have the Special Operations Bureau arrange it so I can take on ten at once, using Tai Chi, like Jet Li's Tai Chi style. That's in line with physics, so it's not an exaggeration, right?"

"That's even more outrageous. In all my years, I've never seen anyone who could fight with Tai Chi. You should just use your internal energy!"

Chen Ye watched as three buses arrived outside the stadium, with tour guides holding small red flags and leading tourists from all over the country in line to buy tickets...

"This martial arts tournament in the Jianghu is truly making the best use of resources."

Chen Jianbin said, "In this world, many things revolve around money."

"The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit."

A muscular European man walked down the walkway for boxing ring fighters, followed by several reporters and social media personalities. Among them were a few fans who gave him flowers.

Chen Ye focused his gaze and saw that his eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people—

The Westerner looked arrogant. Two assistants in black suits stopped the reporter. The foreigner walked outside and got into a car.

"That's a foreigner, right? He seems quite popular."

Chen Jianbin took out his phone and read aloud: "Mark Anderson, 80 kg class, middleweight, professional record 28 wins 3 losses, 18 KOs. He used to hold the middleweight championship belt in the North American professional boxing league, and later switched to mixed martial arts. He is good at heavy punching, especially the right straight and low uppercut."

Chen Ye shrugged. "These things mean nothing to me, Dad. I specifically looked up Tyson's fights yesterday. To me, in a one-on-one fight, Tyson and Er Mao are no different."

"How many Tysons in their prime could you take on?"

"If I were bare-handed, I would use the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, and before my true energy is exhausted, as many Tysons as he comes, they will all die."

"Ono, you should know when to conceal your talents."

"I know."

Chen Jianbin swiped his phone and continued, "The internet says that this foreigner was invited at the last minute. Hearing that we have traditional martial arts athletes here, he took the initiative to request an additional match."

Wow, I didn't expect him to be a researcher of traditional kung fu, having visited several masters in China multiple times.

Chen Jianbin clicked on a video, which was an interview program.

In the footage, Marc Andreessen is wearing a casual sweatshirt, has a tall and muscular build, and speaks fluent Chinese.

Marc Anderson: "To be honest, I've been into Kung Fu for almost six years now. I started out of curiosity about what Kung Fu was and what they called 'qi'. But when I tried to understand it from the perspective of sports science, muscle control, and breathing rhythm, I still couldn't grasp it."

He raised his hand and made a punching motion, his eyes serious.

"However, the integrated power they mentioned, this logic of power generation, is different from the way of simply relying on muscle explosiveness. This is a direction that is rarely studied in the Western combat system."

Marc Anderson abruptly changed the subject, shrugging his shoulders.

"But I must frankly point out that the current KungFu is more like a product, something that has been packaged and removed from the real combat environment, focusing only on practicing routines or performance style. It lacks high-intensity combat training and cannot compete with my mixed martial arts."

Finally, he frowned, a hint of mockery in his expression:

"Another point is the concept of Yin and Yang proposed by the East, which claims that there is Yin within Yang and Yang within Yin, and that Yin and Yang are mutually generative. This is a shameless sophistry, which I think is nonsense and very abstract. Compared to this, I prefer the enthusiasm of Eastern girls; their initiative makes me feel great."

Upon seeing this, Chen Ye smiled dismissively: "This foreigner doesn't understand Yin and Yang."

Chen Jianbin locked his phone and said, "Westerners prefer absolute answers. Actually, even Dad doesn't quite understand what 'yin within yang' means."

Chen Ye said, "All things carry yin and embrace yang, and achieve harmony through the interaction of these energies."

"What do you mean?"

Chen Ye said, "The palm is yin, the back of the hand is yang, so is this hand yin or yang?"

Chen Jianbin smirked, "Whatever you say."

Chen Ye smiled dismissively. "Dad, you're very perceptive!"