Chapter 794: Unscientific

"This is too fierce, right?"

In the living room, Leon exclaimed as he watched the match on his phone.

Currently underway was the Henan Province final, with Li Liang facing off against Lu Ren.

As a secular disciple of the Shaolin Temple, Li Liang had sliced through the competition like a knife through vegetables to reach the final, and was considered a top seed for the overall championship.

His opponent, Lu Ren, might have had a very ordinary name, but the strength he displayed was anything but ordinary.

Up until now, the audience still didn't know what martial arts he specialized in.

Because in every match, he would use his opponent's own signature moves to defeat them.

It was just like Murong Fu in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, using the opponent's own methods to defeat them.

Lu Ren's matches basically always started with him being suppressed; once he figured out his opponent's style, he would replicate it and begin his counterattack.

And his fists were often faster and heavier than his opponent's, which was why he always won.

This unique fighting style had also earned him quite a few fans.

However, compared to Li Liang, he still had fewer.

Most people felt that only being able to copy others' martial arts without having a signature skill of one's own was ultimately inferior.

But Lu Ren had answered this by saying that his signature skill was precisely copying others.

And this time, his opponent Li Liang had already used nearly twenty different martial arts since the start of the tournament, more than the number of martial arts many people had even heard of.

So far, no one knew exactly how many martial arts he knew, and his massive repertoire was precisely Lu Ren's nemesis.

Because no matter how Lu Ren copied him, he could quickly switch to another martial art to counter.

If Lu Ren wanted to copy him again, he would have to take another beating.

Being in a constant state of defense, mistakes were bound to happen, and the outcome would then be quite clear.

This was what most people thought.

But on the stage of the provincial final, Lu Ren finally displayed moves other than copying.

It was a martial art similar to Five-Shape Fist; at times his fists were like tiger claws, at others his feet were like crane kicks. He was not only agile but also possessed immense power.

When the fight with Li Liang reached its peak, even the hard floor tiles were kicked into cracks.

Li Liang was no slouch either; his Great Strength Vajra Leg also sent floor debris flying everywhere.

This violent scene made the audience cheer with excitement.

This included Leon, who had watched plenty of UFC and WWE abroad, but had never seen anything like this there, so he was as excited as a child.

This match lasted a full half-hour, and in the end, Lu Ren won only after exhausting Li Liang to the point of collapse.

Both had taken at least thirty or forty hits from each other, and were already black and blue, covered in injuries.

Although Lu Ren had won, he was also tottering, having reached his limit.

After the match, both were sent to the hospital for treatment and were currently still under observation; the situation was not entirely optimistic.

This final battle before the national tournament was definitely the highest-quality match since the start of the Wu Gong Alliance Leader Assembly.

Both martial artists could be said to have used all their skills, even risking their lives, to present the audience with an extremely brilliant match.

At the same time, the popularity of the Wu Gong Alliance Leader Assembly reached its peak that night. The entire internet was discussing it heatedly; whether they were big tough guys or female compatriots, everyone was quite emotional, looking as if they wanted to fight three hundred rounds with someone themselves.

Actually, despite China's excellent public security, ranking at the forefront of the world, and its people being hospitable and having simple folk customs,

the martial spirit here had once been extremely high.

For example, a clan feud in a certain southern village last century involved thousands of people armed with guns; if the military hadn't arrived in time to stop it, who knows how many people would have died.

In the end, over a thousand guns, eight mountain cannons, and various explosives and detonators were confiscated from those villages.

Calling this a clan feud was more like calling it a war.

However, with China's complete ban on guns, such news rarely appeared anymore.

But clan feuds between villages still occurred from time to time.

So, in terms of martial virtue, China truly didn't fear any other nation in the world.

And the Wu Gong Alliance Leader Assembly satisfied the public's fantasy of combat and passion.

Especially those men in their twenties and thirties; after hearing about this program, they watched basically every episode, and if they were happy, they would tip dozens or hundreds.

This final battle saw the total number of viewers across all platforms exceed one hundred million, making it one of the hottest live streams in recent years, and its subsequent popularity was maintained for quite a long time.

However, after the excitement subsided and reason regained the high ground, a question followed.

Just how much strength do these martial artists have? A single kick can crack a stone floor, and a single punch can send a nearly two-hundred-jin strongman flying seven or eight meters.

Even UFC fighting experts aren't this outrageous; world-class strongmen are only about this much.

If it were just an isolated case, that would be fine; after all, people's physiques cannot be generalized, and it's possible for people to achieve this in a state of extreme anger.

But every martial artist who entered the top sixteen seems to have this ability; this seems a bit too powerful, right?

Live streaming was also very popular two years ago, but we didn't see these people come out to show their strength.

Now, a Wu Gong Alliance Leader Assembly has brought them all out; it feels a bit strange.

But soon, someone refuted this.

Bruce Lee, who pushed Chinese Wu Gong to the world last century, could kick a white strongman back seven or eight meters with one punch, and it was just a casual punch.

If he had used force, he would probably have sent the person flying just like Miss Luo Quan.

Considering some of the magical Qi-circulating methods of traditional martial arts, achieving this isn't so unacceptable.

After all, they have practiced hard for ten or twenty years; what's wrong with being a bit stronger?

And they are all burly, with hundreds of jin of strength in every gesture; it's normal to be able to kick someone flying.

Someone like Miss Luo Quan is the truly outrageous one; to have such high combat power while being so thin, able to put someone in critical condition with one punch, and able to go "musou" against dozens of enemies—I really don't know where her strength comes from.

After explanations like these, the public gradually accepted these unscientific phenomena.

Now that the provincial finals have all concluded, the national finals will officially begin in two months.

However, considering that many contestants suffered serious injuries on the final stage, with a few still in the ICU, it will take some time for them to recover after their wounds heal before they can return to combat.

So the actual start time hasn't been determined, and it's highly likely there will be a delay. In short, the audience's wish to see a martial arts extravaganza during the New Year will likely fall through.

Over the next few days, Miss Luo Quan and Leon practiced martial arts in the courtyard.

One practiced during the day, the other at night.

Leon's time spent in the horse stance increased day by day, but Miss Luo Quan's second gate, the Gate of Rest, remained stubbornly closed.

However, there was no point in rushing this situation, so she could only take it step by step.

The main thing was that she couldn't practice during the day, and couldn't practice for too long at night because she had to sleep; with only a few hours each day, progress was a bit slow.

If not for the assistance of Xiao Yu and Da Hei, this progress might have been even slower.

And as Seeing Wen Xia, Su Yu, and the others finished filming and returned, her practice time became even less.

These few were all night owls who wouldn't return to their rooms before eleven o'clock every day, sometimes even staying up until twelve.

Miss Luo Quan could only continue to stay up with them, and only went to practice after they left.

She felt that continuing like this wasn't a solution, and after thinking about it for a night, she finally decided not to hide her martial arts practice.

Of course, she wasn't telling her family she was practicing the Eight Inner Gates; she just sat in meditation in the courtyard during the day in front of everyone.

Originally, only Leon was in the horse stance during the day, but now there was one more, with Miss Luo Quan herself meditating under the tree.

She told her family it was for self-cultivation, but in reality, she was manipulating Qi to impact her acupoints.

While she was meditating, everyone in the living room was still exclaiming, saying that Miss Luo Quan could really sit still, not moving at all for an hour.

With sufficient practice time, Miss Luo Quan's progress in opening the gates finally became much faster.

On a dark and windy night, her body released a burst of invisible Qi, shaking away all the fallen leaves around her, and a depression appeared in the ground beneath her.

"Gate of Rest, open!"

Miss Luo Quan opened her eyes, and there were quite a few bloodshot streaks in her bright pupils.

It wasn't because of fatigue, but because the high-speed flow of Qi caused blood to rush upward.

After opening the third gate, the Gate of Life, the bloodshot streaks in her eyes would disappear, but her whole body would become even redder due to the accelerated blood flow.

After the second gate opened, Miss Luo Quan jumped lightly and threw a punch to test her martial strength.

When she opened the first gate, she felt her strength and speed increase by about fifty percent.

With the second gate open, this increase directly doubled.

She didn't know if opening the Gate of Life would continue to double, or if it would only increase by fifty percent.

Miss Luo Quan was inclined toward the former; after all, a terrifying physical technique like the Eight Inner Gates would greatly enhance human potential.

If it only increased by fifty percent each time, that would be too mediocre.

And according to the first calculation, her combat power would become sixty-four times the original after opening the Gate of Death.

This kind of amplification was more in line with the name of the Eight Inner Gates.

After jumping a few times, Miss Luo Quan took a deep breath, smoothing out the surging spiritual power in her body; soon, the veins and bloodshot streaks faded, and her body returned to normal.

At this moment, a sound came from the living room.

Miss Luo Quan turned her head quickly: "Who!"

"It's... me, Luoluo." Seeing Wen Xia walked out from the darkness, holding a bottle of iced cola.

She had gotten up in the middle of the night just to get an iced cola, never expecting to see Luoluo practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

"What kind of martial art is this? It feels like a casual jump is almost on par with an Olympic champion!"

Seeing Wen Xia looked curious, as if she wasn't surprised at all by Miss Luo Quan's astonishing jumping ability.

Actually, she definitely wouldn't be surprised, because Miss Luo Quan knowing martial arts was something everyone on Earth knew, and not only did she know martial arts, she was also heaven-defyingly strong; this performance was actually quite reasonable.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Miss Luo Quan chuckled; she was actually just joking.

She hadn't mentioned this to Seeing Wen Xia before; she just wanted her to have an extra self-defense technique so she could protect herself if any emergency occurred.

But Seeing Wen Xia said it was a harmonious society and practicing this stuff was useless.

And if she practiced too hard and got muscles all over, it wouldn't look good, so she refused.

However, Miss Luo Quan was joking now, but Seeing Wen Xia took it seriously: "Really? You're willing to teach me?"

"You really want to learn?" Miss Luo Quan blinked. "This is a bit bitter, and to be honest, even if you practice it, you might not have a chance to use it."

Seeing Wen Xia smiled earnestly: "Martial arts are popular nationwide now; I think it's quite necessary to learn a bit.

After all, there's a grandmaster of martial arts sitting at home; wouldn't it be a waste not to ask for advice?"

"I wouldn't dare call myself a grandmaster, but teaching you is no problem."

Miss Luo Quan said, putting her hands behind her back, looking every bit the senior teacher: "But practicing martial arts requires perseverance; you won't see any results in a short time.

You've seen Leon practicing every day; he's been in the horse stance for almost a week, but he still hasn't entered the door, hasn't even touched the key to the door.

So you have to ask yourself first if you can really persist."

"You forgot, I was in a girl group." Seeing Wen Xia laughed. "Back in Korea, I practiced dancing and singing, only sleeping five hours a day; I persisted like that for over a year before I had the success I have now.

I could persist through those conditions back then; surely practicing martial arts doesn't need to be that hard, right?"

Speaking of her past experiences, Seeing Wen Xia looked proud and nostalgic.

Those days were indeed bitter enough to make people collapse; she didn't know how she persisted.

But thinking back now, it was truly a very precious experience that exercised her body and honed her will even more.

"Then it definitely doesn't need to be that hard." Miss Luo Quan shook her head with a smile. "Spending an hour or two every day is enough. The entry stage is actually just like fitness; just build a good foundation first. You don't need to practice for too long, otherwise, it's easy to hurt your body."

Seeing Wen Xia asked earnestly: "Since that's the case, then I'm going to practice martial arts. What's the first step?"

"You're like Leon; you both belong to the type with physiques better than the average person, so you should also start by practicing the horse stance."

Miss Luo Quan said, demonstrating for Seeing Wen Xia, assuming a standard horse stance.

Her plan was to continue teaching them the Eight Inner Gates directly once Leon and Seeing Wen Xia entered the door.

As the saying goes, one force overcomes ten techniques; no matter how exquisite the martial art, it's impossible to defeat an enemy whose strength far exceeds one's own.

And what the Eight Inner Gates enhances is strength and speed; this is the most basic, and also the hardest to practice.

With this strength and speed, martial arts moves and such are actually unimportant.

Because you can send someone flying with a casual punch; what's the difference between using "Wang Ba" fists or Tai Chi?

It's nothing more than the latter being cooler.

So don't look at how late they are starting; if they are willing to suffer and have some talent, with the help of Xiao Yu and Da Hei, they will soon catch up to those who have practiced for several years.

"Okay, I'll start the horse stance tomorrow!"

After receiving instructions, Seeing Wen Xia excitedly gripped the iced cola in her hand, her eyes revealing determination. ===== CHAPTER 795 =====