Chapter 786: Stopping Fighting with Martial Arts

Just as the audience was still immersed in the melodious beauty of the opera singing, the climax of "Huo Yuanjia" struck immediately, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

The cadence of the singing was like a fist—dense and full of power, making one's blood boil.

Moreover, the eight identical consecutive syllables at the beginning of each line had a special addictive quality, making the audience feel incredibly hooked.

And during the entire chorus, Miss Luo Quan performed a set of Mizong Fist while singing.

However, this was a simplified version of the Huo family fist; the real Mizong Fist had long been lost.

But even as a simplified version, it still had great viewing value. Coupled with Miss Luo Quan's clean and cool movements, it was completely at the level of a Wuying athlete, and the barrage was filled with cheers.

Following the lyrics: "We Jingwu strike, no one can hide," as the singing finished, Miss Luo Quan's movements also came to a complete standstill.

The applause from the audience was endless, and even the host was clapping with a moved expression.

"Thank you, thank you Miss Luo Quan for such a wonderful performance."

After Miss Luo Quan bowed to the audience, Xiao Sa took the stage to take control of the scene and began to tell the story behind the song, about that legendary martial arts master.

Miss Luo Quan, on the other hand, hurried back to the backstage to change clothes. She had two songs to sing tonight; the second song's outfit was very large, and makeup took more time.

Fortunately, one of her segments was at the beginning and the other at the end, so the time was relatively ample, but there was nothing wrong with being a bit tight during a live broadcast.

While the program was ongoing, hot searches related to "Huo Yuanjia" had already appeared on Weibo.

Regarding this patriotic martial artist, there had actually been quite a few film and television dramas about him in the past, and he possessed a certain degree of popularity.

It's just that because he hadn't been mentioned for a long time, his popularity wasn't as high as Ip Man, who had been quite famous recently.

But as soon as the song "Huo Yuanjia" came out, the popularity immediately surpassed him.

The comment section was now full of "Huo Huo Huo Huo," as if they had been brainwashed.

At the same time, the chief producer of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader Assembly was also listening to this song.

He only had one thought in his mind: why wasn't "Huo Yuanjia" the theme song Miss Luo Quan gave to his own show?

Compared to "Sword and Sword are Like a Dream," "Huo Yuanjia" was more passionate and addictive, bringing in more traffic.

But soon she realized: after all, the show Miss Luo Quan was on was Studio 1; the best things must be reserved for the higher-ups.

Forty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the first episode of Inheriting China had come to an end.

Just looking at the viewership popularity, this was already one of the top official variety shows this year.

And it also produced a divine song like "Huo Yuanjia," which topped the playback charts of major music platforms in less than an hour; sweeping the entire internet was just a matter of time.

If the quality of the following episodes didn't slide too much, this variety show should become a rare hit.

And just when the fans thought the show was about to end, it actually invited Miss Luo Quan again.

Others only performed once, but Miss Luo Quan could have the treatment of an encore at Studio 1—this was truly something.

And as the lights suddenly dimmed, both the audience at the scene and those in front of their phones held their breath, looking forward to Miss Luo Quan's final performance.

Amidst the swaying lights, a figure dressed in bright red appeared in the center of the stage.

Miss Luo Quan was wearing a costume as miserable and red as blood, with beautiful opera makeup on her face, her slender figure like a peerless diva.

At this time, the song title of this final segment also appeared at the bottom of the live broadcast screen—"Red Diva" (PS: It is recommended to search for Tan Jing's version on Bilibili).

"One fold of the play, the water sleeves rise and fall."

"Singing of joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, has nothing to do with me."

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then go silent."

"The feelings in the play, the people outside the play, who can say?"

The cold and soft singing voice was sprinkled toward the audience amidst the rotation of Miss Luo Quan's water sleeves.

Her ethereal figure was like a projection of a celestial being in the human world; every movement and every expression was breathtakingly beautiful, making people intoxicated.

But her song, her lyrics, were so sorrowful and tragic that the listeners' eyes filled with tears unknowingly.

"Floating duckweed in troubled times, enduring the sight of war flames burning the mountains and rivers."

"Lowly in status, yet never daring to forget to worry about the country."

"Even if no one knows me."

"…………"

Just at this moment, Miss Luo Quan's singing voice suddenly became sonorous, like an unyielding cry, an angry shout in the face of enemies.

The lights gathered, Miss Luo Quan raised her head, light flickering in her eyes, as if containing the stars.

Beyond that beautiful face, everything else lost its luster.

"The people under the stage pass by, not seeing the old colors."

"The people on the stage sing a heartbreaking farewell song."

"The word 'love' is hard to write in ink."

"She sings, and must harmonize with blood."

"The play curtain rises, the play curtain falls, who is the guest?"

"………………"

The moving opera singing style poured into everyone's ears, and the tragic atmosphere instantly dyed the entire stage.

At this moment, Miss Luo Quan became synonymous with beauty.

Apart from her, no one else could interpret this word.

Her every frown and smile was the best annotation.

When singing "Huo Yuanjia" before, the barrage was dense, all cheering for her.

But at this moment, the barrage became much sparser.

It wasn't that the audience didn't think it was good; on the contrary, it was precisely because it was too good—so good that they were all obsessed with Miss Luo Quan's performance and forgot to send barrage messages.

It wasn't until the performance ended that the barrage surged out like an explosion, and everyone racked their brains to offer their love and worship to Miss Luo Quan.

The lights all turned on, Miss Luo Quan stopped posing, and amidst a mountain-shaking applause, she bowed to the audience to thank them.

"It was truly too beautiful. Thank you Miss Luo Quan for bringing us such a magnificent performance."

Xiao Sa's eyes were faintly shimmering with tears; he didn't even have time to wipe them before he went on stage to interact with Miss Luo Quan: "Miss Luo Quan, can you tell us who the character behind this song is?"

Miss Luo Quan gripped the microphone and said: "Every performance before represented a specific character."

"But this song actually doesn't have one; it's just a nameless red-clad opera singer."

"However, she actually represents every person in that era who was lowly in status but never dared to forget to worry about the country."

"Well-known heroes are worth praising, but these nameless ordinary people are even more worth praising, because it is precisely because of these people whose names you and I do not know who shed their blood that we have today's peaceful and beautiful life."

As soon as the voice fell, the applause thundered again. Not only at the scene, but many netizens watching the live broadcast also couldn't help but clap.

These words elevated the entire program.

At the same time, because of Miss Luo Quan's explosive opening and closing performances, the program's popularity also broke the 80 million mark—a height rarely reached by any program other than the Spring Festival Gala—and the hot searches on major platforms were also bombarded by her in turns.

At this time, the director of Inheriting China was caught between joy and sorrow.

The joy was that the program was a hit, and his resume had added another brilliant stroke.

The sorrow was that Miss Luo Quan could only appear this once; what would he do if the ratings plummeted after she was gone?

The director's happiness and pain were none of her business; anyway, the work was done, and she had to hurry back to take a vacation.

After removing her makeup and changing clothes, Miss Luo Quan came to the side of the road to hail a taxi back to the hotel.

Before long, a car stopped in front of her.

"Master, Beijing International Hotel." After getting in the car, Miss Luo Quan told him the address.

The driver wore a mask and didn't respond, just driving with his head down.

This scene immediately made her alert.

If you ask which profession is the most talkative in all of China, barbers and drivers can definitely make the top three.

Because the work is too boring, drivers often chat with guests, even if it's awkward, they will force communication.

Because if they don't do that, the driver is simply too bored.

And the one in front of her didn't even engage in awkward small talk, not saying a word the whole time.

And his eyes would look at her through the rearview mirror from time to time.

These actions made Miss Luo Quan certain that this person had a big problem.

"Master, this doesn't seem to be the way to the hotel."

Seeing the road getting more and more remote, Miss Luo Quan asked.

As a result, as soon as the words left her mouth, the taxi stopped abruptly on the side of the road.

"We're here, get out?"

"Who are you, who sent you?" Miss Luo Quan kicked the car door open, wanting to go to the front to ask clearly, but heard a burst of footsteps coming from behind.

Turning her head, she found six or seven masked people of different heights and weights walking over.

Miss Luo Quan got out of the car and found that the taxi was parked in a park.

Late at night, there wasn't a single person in the park except for them, and the streetlights were dim, quite desolate.

"Don't be nervous, we have no malice." The voice of the masked man in the lead sounded quite young, probably under thirty.

"If you have no malice, take off your masks before talking. What kind of hero hides their head and shows their tail?"

Miss Luo Quan faced the crowd in front of her, but she was actually keeping an eye on the driver's movements behind her.

These people were definitely in the same group, and they were skilled.

The footsteps of these people in front of her were audible and powerful, and they were definitely stronger than that Li Shan from before.

"We took the liberty of inviting you here mainly because we want to have a sparring session with you."

The young man in the lead looked at Miss Luo Quan and said: "I've practiced martial arts since I was a child and often spar with others; actual combat is the best shortcut to improve strength."

"And you are so famous, so I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

"But you never show up, and you don't read emails, so I couldn't contact you no matter what, so I had to take this opportunity and resort to this inferior strategy. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

This person was actually quite polite.

Miss Luo Quan raised her eyebrows, feeling that the person opposite didn't seem to be lying.

"So you did all this just to spar with me?"

"That's right." The young man nodded.

Miss Luo Quan smiled and asked: "Do you know Li Shan?"

"I know."

"Go beat him first before coming to find me. I'm very busy; where would I get so much time?"

Miss Luo Quan's tone was very impatient.

The fact was indeed so; if everyone wanted to spar with her and used this method to trick her, it would affect her life too much, so she simply put Li Shan's name out there to make them retreat in the face of difficulties.

"I've already beaten Li Shan, defeated him in two moves." The young man smiled slightly, but Miss Luo Quan couldn't see his expression.

"Truly troublesome." Miss Luo Quan sighed helplessly, "Tell me, are you all coming together or taking turns?"

These masked people included women, old people, and children, and their combat effectiveness was probably uneven; it might have been quite tricky in the past.

But now she was already a Golden Body Dao Body, so she had nothing to fear even if it were a group fight.

"As martial artists, we still have to talk about martial virtue; how can there be a reason for the few to fight the many?" The young man waved his hand, and everyone immediately retreated.

And Miss Luo Quan also came to the open space in the park; it was open here, making it more convenient for her to display her skills.

"Only distinguish between high and low, not life and death." The young man cupped his hands and stated the rules.

Miss Luo Quan's only answer was: "Fists and feet have no eyes, be careful yourself."

After speaking, she rushed up with a dash, shoulders sinking and pushing forward, her voice like thunder, crashing toward the young man like a dump truck.

However, the young man was extremely fast, quickly turning sideways and doing two backflips to dodge it.

But the tree behind him didn't have such agile skills; it was hit head-on by Miss Luo Quan, and immediately the bark cracked, sap flew, and the branches that didn't have many leaves left also dropped all their leaves in a violent tremor.

"You didn't hold back at all." The young man laughed when he saw this and began to circle around Miss Luo Quan. Looking at that ghostly movement, it looked like Bagua Palm.

This kind of palm technique was highly ornamental; hitting people was like a beauty picking flowers, but the power was also immense, and every move was a killing blow.

And the movement of Bagua Palm was also extremely swift, belonging to a martial art that emphasized both strength and agility.

However, compared to Baji Fist, it couldn't be said to be a counter-relationship; it purely depended on the level of martial arts.

Facing the young man's questioning, Miss Luo Quan also laughed: "I said I only used fifty percent of my strength, do you believe me?"

Actually, it wasn't even fifty percent; ever since her martial arts reached perfection, she had always held back, fearing she would kill someone.

After all, no matter how hard the human body is, it can't compare to an electric pole.

"To come and not to go is not polite." The young man seemed to be angered by Miss Luo Quan's disdainful words and took the initiative to attack.

After having an estimate of this person's martial arts, Miss Luo Quan changed to a set of martial arts, which was the Tongbei Fist that Li Shan used before.

Unlike the instant explosion of Baji Fist, Tongbei Fist was continuous; it was all about endurance, and as long as there was enough stamina, it could keep swinging.

And no matter how ghostly the Bagua Palm movement was, it was not light-body technique after all; this person in front of her couldn't dodge everything like Daoist Cheng.

Therefore, when the young man took the initiative to get close to her, the word "defeat" was already written on his face.

Before the young man could unfold the exquisite moves of his Bagua Swimming Body Palm, Miss Luo Quan's arm swung toward him like a braid.

The young man raised his palm to receive it hard five or six times, only feeling that both arms were incomparably painful and numb, as if hit by a hundred-jin iron rod.

After lasting a dozen times, the young man couldn't take Miss Luo Quan's fierce attack, the breath in his chest dissipated directly, and both arms hung down directly.

Seeing this, Miss Luo Quan gripped her hands into claws, directly using a move from Baji Fist, "Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain," heading straight for the young man's Baihui acupoint.

If this move hit, even if his skull were made of iron, the only outcome would be his brains turning into soy milk.

However, in his terrified eyes, Miss Luo Quan's suddenly slamming palm gently patted his forehead, causing almost no damage.

This is the control of force by a top master.

The young man knew he had lost, and just like Li Shan before, it was a crushing defeat. ===== CHAPTER 787 =====