It was a perfect performance from Ye Lingchen.
He stood motionless in the pavilion for close to an hour, but at the next moment, he began shadowboxing with intensity.
The cameraman, the director, and the audience in the live stream were all stunned.
Barely moments later however, they were all sent into a frenzy.
[666666, God Ye actually knows how to do martial arts!]
[He’s shining so bright that it’s blinding my eyes. This is too awesome! it feels so different from those who make it look fancy but have no ability!]
[No wonder God Ye is so f*cking lit when playing basketball. It’s because he practiced Kungfu before. F*cking awesome!]
…
The director winked at the cameraman at once, signaling for them to go up and start shooting.
As for the other members of the program crew, they found an open space on one side and watched in hypnotic bewilderment as Ye Lingchen began shadowboxing.
Although they were idiots when it came to martial arts, it did not mean that they were unable to understand anything at all. For example, when doing goose-step drills in military training, there would always be a clear difference between a novice’s steps and an instructor. Laymen could spot it at a glance.
Although they did not know any Kungfu routines, they could sense that Ye Lingchen’s punches were different from old men in parks or that which was seen on television. They were both entirely different concepts.
Punches by ordinary people tended to lean toward gentleness. Their fists gave everyone an impression of being soft. Elegance and grace were the only adjectives to describe those moves since people would hardly feel threatened by it. Ye Lingchen’s punches however, were different—every punch was accompanied by the sound of his fists cutting through the air. It was easy to imagine the power in each move.
Despite having such strength, his moves were no less graceful and gave everyone a pleasant feeling.
It was still very early in the morning and everyone’s mind was still a little dazed. However, they were all wide awake when they saw Ye Lingchen punching.
The concept of Chinese Kungfu was deeply ingrained in the hearts of every Chinese person. In the past, there were no guns and it was all based on cold hard weapons. Kungfu was the distinguishing factor in separating the winner in a life-or-death battle!
Even in the age of peace and technology, martial arts had always lingered in people’s hearts because Kungfu was inextricably linked to chivalry, rooting out the strong to help the weak and those in distress!
Even the once incredibly popular Actor Y only ever appeared on video fighting wolves, leaving only a superficial display of combat skills. There was no real punching going on.
One could imagine the amount of shock that Ye Lingchen’s Kungfu brought to people.
Rigid but graceful, all his movements flowed elegantly and uninhibitedly, like water. His body was extremely flexible, like a nimble swan. Each move could be described as an unending combination of firmness and gentleness.
In Ye Lingchen’s hands, those movements were not just Kungfu, but art. Though it was savage, it was also full of beauty.
“F*ck! God Ye knows Kungfu too!” Huang Lei had already gotten up. He heard the movement, walked out of his room, and stood in shock as he watched from the second floor.
Later on, he hurriedly called everyone to wake up. Along the way, he also knocked on Hu Yue’er and Zhao Liangying’s door. “Everyone, come out and look, there’s some really amazing stuff we can watch. Quickly, quickly!”
Hu Yue’er and Zhao Liangying slept very late yesterday. They slept very well after receiving Ye Lingchen’s massage late last night. At that point, they yawned rather unhappily and opened their eyes in a slow daze.
Watching something amazing was not as important as sleeping! How annoying!
Outside the door, He Jia and Wei Daxun were dragged up by Huang Lei. “Get up quickly and look outside!”
“Huang Sensei, are you doing this to force us to get up early? I hate you.” Wei Daxun’s eyes were blurred and his body was shaking as if he would fall asleep again at any time.
“It’s God Ye! God Ye is shadowboxing down there! This is real Kungfu!” Huang Lei continued to emphasize.
Shadowboxing?
Wei Daxun and He Jia were interested. They never expected God Ye to actually know Kungfu.
“God Ye is shadowboxing?!”
Zhao Liangying and Hu Yue’er’s screams came from the other room. Their small faces were full of excitement and anticipation. They mumbled and crawled out of the bed, then slipped their fair feet into their slippers before running out of the room.
Two little heads peeked out and looked down.
“Hu Yue’er, Zhao Liangying, aren’t you both overreacting? You’re not fans of God Ye, are you?” Huang Lei could not help but ask as he looked at the two excited girls.
“So, what if I am?” Zhao Liangying snorted and looked intently at the court.
At that point, Ye Lingchen’s entire body was already sweating and his clothes were sticking to his body, emphasizing the outline of his muscles. Those perfect abdominal and chest muscles triggered bursts of screams in the live broadcast.
“God Ye is truly worthy of practicing martial arts! This kind of figure makes lots of people jealous!” Wei Daxun could not help but sigh. Although he was also strong, it was only just the surface. His abdominal muscles were all in one piece, which was far behind that of Ye Lingchen.
“That’s right!” Zhao Liangying was very proud as if she heard someone complimenting herself. When she looked at Ye Lingchen’s body, her cheeks were slightly red, and her little heart throbbed.
At that point, he had completed the Arhat fist, but Ye Lingchen became more addicted to it. His punching style took a sudden turn and he changed to a different kind of Kungfu.
The first practice was sheer blunt force; the second was gentle thwarting, blocking, and pushing; the third was inch-by-inch movement; the fourth was to practice freestyle from a crouching dragon pose; the fifth was for the heart, liver, gallbladder, spleen, and kidney; the sixth was for muscle, bone, skin, and flesh.[1]
That fist technique was called the Eight Extremities Fist!
The Arhat fist was a very tough fist technique, but the Eight Extremities Fist was even more powerful. It was—without a doubt—a supplementary fist technique that had explosive power.
In addition to his fists, Ye Lingchen’s shoulders, elbows, and knees were also utilized. The area surrounding his body was filled with vigor.
In that manner, the Eight Extremities Fist showcased his entire body’s muscles more prominently to everyone. He had a perfectly streamlined body, with an unbridled masculine aura that stimulated the hormones of many women.
Other than Hu Yue’er and Zhao Liangying, the female crew in the yard were having rapid heartbeats and shortness of breath.
After punching to his heart’s content, Ye Lingchen became more and more excited. All he could feel was an indescribable sense of strength in his body, allowing him to pour out everything on his mind.
His figure suddenly leaped into the air and did a stunning backflip.
Later, his backflips continued and his body moved quickly with the help of those backflips.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Ye Lingchen’s hands did not touch the ground at all. His legs sliced through the air, along with a breaking sound produced by spiritual power piercing through the air. To an onlooker, his entire body resembled a high-speed rotating wheel of wind and fire.
“…”
The scene left everyone dumbfounded. Their eyes widened and they looked at him in disbelief.
If the earlier shadowboxing could leave them feeling its power earlier, then the current moves made them feel Ye Lingchen’s strength even more clearly. They could perceive it even more distinctly and excitingly than a movie.
His action was too formidable, and even the so-called Kungfu superstars were unable to do it.
Ye Lingchen’s last mid-air backflip sent his body more than one meter higher in the air. He leaned back slightly, stopped in front of a tree, then formed a fist to direct an electric-like punch right toward that tree!
[1] Similar to the previous chapter, this is also reminiscent of a mnemonic, but it is for the Eight Extremities Fist (八极拳), sometimes Romanized as Bajiquan. The paucity of information on the actual meaning of these lyrics makes it rather difficult to translate certain terms, but we have taken multiple measures to ensure that our translation keeps to the meaning as closely as possible.
