Chapter 35: Fist Way

Leave Chen Xi's apartment.

Leng Wanqiu walked as if floating.

She called her secretary, her tone cold and sharp.

"Secretary Lin, apply pressure to the internal staff of Kuaishou. I want to see Song Mo banned within a week."

Leng Wanqiu controlled many official channels.

The Leng Family, entrenched in Kyoto, differed from local clans—Kyoto families often had deep roots capable of influencing the regions.

Moreover, this was a battle on the internet, where geographic limitations were even smaller.

Yet, after Leng Wanqiu issued her orders,

the other end of the line fell into long silence.

Leng Wanqiu frowned, her voice sharp:

"Why aren't you speaking? Do I have to handle this myself?"

Secretary Lin organized her words, speaking bitterly:

"Director Leng, there's something I need to tell you."

"Today I received a warning call—from above."

"I tried notifying you, but your personal line kept failing to connect."

"Above said: stop all actions against Song Mo immediately, withdraw the water army, and quell this storm quickly."

"If we persist in our ways, they'll have no choice but to handle it officially."

Leng Wanqiu was not foolish.

She immediately realized: "Has Song Mo found a patron?"

"No," Secretary Lin replied.

"But he himself is his own patron."

Immediately, Secretary Lin sent Leng Wanqiu a compiled document.

Leng Wanqiu received the file and found it was all in English?

She frowned as she flipped through the document.

Her eyes widened in shock.

What's going on?

The Song Mo she targeted wasn't just some minor family's heir.

A family fortune totaling a mere ten billion, a young man who created an account on Kuaishou hoping to become an internet celebrity?

Why was he so difficult?

"Director Lin, so what should we do now?"

Secretary Lin's advice was to stop immediately—to not fight against the wind—but as a secretary, she could not make decisions for Leng Wanqiu.

Leng Wanqiu felt deep resentment.

She fell silent for a moment, then said: "Wait and see."

"Yes, Director Leng."

Leng Wanqiu chose to observe for a while.

……

When international news reached Huaguo,

especially after Xia Shuqin called Director Zhang,

all sides moved with astonishing speed.

Many videos slandering Song Mo were taken down; some bloggers had their accounts banned, and related reports began appearing online.

Extremely intense, extremely swift.

Tencent: "19-Year-Old Prodigy Stuns Paris, World Celebrities Awestruck!"

Phoenix: "Overseas Headlines Dominated by a Huaguo Youth—A Thousand-Word Article, Utterly Stunning!"

People's Daily: "Recognized as Disciple by World-Class Master Liszt, Praised as the Most Gifted Pianist in History, the Youngest Master—His True Identity Revealed!"

CCTV Commentary: "Ten thousand li of wind lifts the great roc; raising eyes, ambition soars. Sailing through clouds, autumn geese fly high, stirring the breast with boldness. Remember: in youth, one must grasp the clouds, once promising to be the finest of all! The youth have ambition, daring to lead—the world belongs to the youth, the future is ours."

"…"

These days, Song Mo's Kuaishou account.

His followers surged at a near-vertical rate.

He gained hundreds of thousands of followers in a single day!

Xia Rou checked the account every few minutes, delighted as the follower count visibly climbed, her heart leaping with joy.

She wanted to share it with Song Mo.

Unfortunately, Song Mo's reaction was surprisingly calm.

"Does Song Mo really feel no excitement at all? He's still training boxing, training Combat every day—he only needs to become an elegant pianist!"

Xia Rou didn't understand, but she deeply admired Song Mo.

She thought such a person was truly incredible.

He had achieved monumental success in one area, yet showed no boastfulness or self-indulgence in his glory.

No matter how loud the clamor outside, he remained focused on his own work.

And at this moment,

Song Mo was chatting with foreigners.

Song Mo spent a fortune, asking Sheldon to help bring a boxing coach from abroad.

Although he was called a boxing coach, this foreigner had learned a bit of everything — really, he'd studied a little of just about every style.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Indian Yoga, Sanda, Muay Thai, Wrestling…

Those would have been fine.

Song Mo could still chalk it up to the foreigner being passionate about martial arts, so he'd picked up a bit of everything — but the man actually knew traditional Huaguo martial arts too!

Don't be ridiculous!

Bruce was a burly, bald-headed man.

He was tall and broad, in his forties, right in his prime.

Song Mo asked Bruce where he'd learned his martial arts, and Bruce said that when he was young he'd spent two years as a monk at Shaolin Temple, and later joined a martial arts hall in Chinatown to keep training.

After two bottles of beer, a flicker of reminiscence passed through Bruce's eyes.

"Shaolin Temple taught me a great deal of kung fu and laid a solid foundation for my martial path. Even though I could feel that, as a foreigner, no matter how talented or diligent I was, I still couldn't reach the most profound depths of martial arts."

"But in my heart, I remain deeply grateful."

"There are plenty of boxing gyms and martial arts halls in Chinatown. I joined Liang Family Martial Arts Hall and learned Wing Chun."

"I was very interested in Li Xiaolong's Jeet Kune Do, and I'd always had the idea of recreating it. Li Xiaolong himself studied Wing Chun, and that was why I chose to learn it."

"Unfortunately, my understanding of martial arts never reached Li Xiaolong's level — I didn't have that lightning-fast speed, nor that almost supernatural ability to read an opponent before they moved."

Bruce told Song Mo.

"You should be clear about what you want from learning martial arts."

"If it's for fitness, or just a hobby, you can practice a bit of everything."

"If you have a great pursuit in martial arts and hope to make a name for yourself—"

"Then it's not about learning more, but learning deeply."

Song Mo laughed heartily.

"I'm only learning martial arts as a hobby, Bruce. I want to learn everything — that should be fine, right?"

"Well, looks like this job isn't going to be as easy as I thought."

Bruce shrugged indifferently.

Song Mo asked curiously, "Then in your opinion, among all the kung fu styles, which is the strongest?"

Bruce thought for a moment.

"There's no strong or weak in martial arts — only what suits you and what doesn't. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses."

"But martial arts philosophy does have an advanced-versus-backward distinction."

"If we're talking about the most advanced martial arts philosophy in the world, it has to be Li Xiaolong's 'Jeet Kune Do.' In fact, when people hear his ideas, everyone agrees they sound right."

"But it was too idealized — so much so that when it was first proposed, everyone thought it was correct but useless, a kind of fantasy."

"But Li Xiaolong conquered everyone with his own formidable strength, and from then on Jeet Kune Do was no longer just a martial arts philosophy — it became an actual martial art."

"Of course, up to now, apart from Li Xiaolong himself, I've never heard of anyone else actually performing Jeet Kune Do."

Song Mo nodded, lost in thought.

(End of chapter)