Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Chen Ye went backstage to the changing room and changed into the clothes provided by the organizer.

The front and back of the shirt prominently feature the Bulls beverage logo, depicting two bulls colliding – a very vivid image!

Then there's a circle of small GG spots, seven or eight at a glance. It's a commercial competition's preliminary round, not high-class, and it's an open-air stage, so there are GG spots everywhere, assaulting the eyes of the audience everywhere!

In the temporary changing room backstage, Chen Ye changed his clothes and shoes, jumped around a bit, and felt okay.

Just then, my phone rang, and I found it was my father calling.

"Hey, Dad."

"Son, Huang Hongxiong has gone mad, sigh." Chen Jianbin's voice sounded somewhat helpless on the phone.

"Huh? Why?"

"I guess he was scared out of his wits. I just came out of the hospital. It's all my fault. Old Huang is a bit slippery and likes to scheme, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. This is what happened."

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Chen Ye could sense that his father was expressing intense self-blame. Was Huang Hongxiong's mental resilience so weak that he had gone insane?

"I'll go to the hospital with you this afternoon; maybe I can help."

"Hmm, what are you doing?"

"I'll be going on stage at the audition for 'China's Best Kung Fu' today."

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone: "Be careful."

"Oh, right, Dad, Huang Hongxiong practices Wing Chun, right?"

"Yes. He's practiced Wing Chun for half his life, and he's always dreamed of a Wing Chun master who could become famous worldwide and prove the worth of what he's learned!"

"Okay, I got it. We'll talk again later."

*Beep*, Chen Ye hung up the phone.

He struck a few Wing Chun poses, demonstrating his knowledge of some of the basic principles of Wing Chun, a style of close-quarters combat from the South.

In Chen Ye's mind, traditional kung fu was indeed something he could learn by analogy, and none of them could compare to the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

"Chen Ye, contestant number 69, are you ready?" came a shout from outside.

Chen Ye came out of the temporary changing room. On the long bench in the backstage rest area, sat a row of long-legged girls who had just danced. Several of them turned their heads to look at him with ambiguous eyes.

It's often said that clothes make the man, but for a player like Chen Ye with such an amazing physique, even wearing a colorful tracksuit covered in GG logos, he can still conjure up a cool and edgy biker image in the minds of the opposite sex.

Chen Ye lifted the backstage curtain and stepped onto the arena.

As far as the eye could see, there were many onlookers below the platform, and several children riding on their parents' shoulders.

The crowd consisted mostly of people who had shopped at the nearby supermarket and were just watching the spectacle. Next to the display stand, there was even a platform offering gifts for sharing photos on social media. Many elderly people were queuing up to receive eggs.

On the other side of the platform, his opponent, Wang Shengli from Pingqiao Power Plant, was warming up. He looked very strong and gave the impression of an athletic champion.

Just as the slogan of this event proclaims: There are many hidden talents among ordinary people; if you have the guts, come and try.

It seems that the preliminary rounds of the open selection process do not differentiate between weight classes.

The referee checked their belongings to see if they were hiding any controlled knives or similar items.

This kind of thing has happened before; when things get really heated, anything can happen.

According to the rules, Chen Ye and Wang Shengli bumped fists and then bowed to each other.

Because everyone involved in this event was practicing traditional martial arts or Sanda, they were wearing fingerless cots.

The other person struck a pose and shouted loudly, "My name is Wang Shengli, and I practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)."

The referee whispered in his ear, "Young man, hurry up and introduce yourself."

Chen Ye responded with an "oh," extended one hand, and said calmly, "Wing Chun, Chen Ye."

The other person clasped his hands in a fist salute and said with a simple, honest smile, "Brother, let's stop here."

"OK."

With a clang, the sound of gongs and drums rang out from the speaker.

Wang Shengli clenched his fist to protect his cheek, took small steps and moved back and forth, and pointed his jab at Chen Ye's face with a clean and neat movement, carrying a hint of probing.

Hmm, it's got some substance.

However, his movements appeared very slow under Chen Ye's complete concentration.

Chen Ye extended his right hand forward in a Wing Chun style, gently deflecting the opponent's force in the direction of the attack, while simultaneously using his left hand to follow up and pull the opponent's momentum.

This seemingly gentle act of removing and pulling caused a fleeting look of surprise in Wang Shengli's eyes.

He roared, pulled back his fist and changed his move. He pushed off the ground with his left foot and twisted his waist, delivering a sweeping punch to Chen Ye's temple. He then extended his other foot forward, ready to launch a whip kick to attack Chen Ye's lower body at any moment.

Chen Ye twisted his waist slightly, his hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, his arms deflecting outwards with a punch, and his hands pressing down to defend against the leg. His movements were fluid, and he always maintained his center line.

Wang Shengli was shocked. He actually followed his opponent's rhythm, throwing punches and dodging, and felt increasingly powerful, as if he were a martial arts master.

In the past, when I competed with others, we would start by making some serious gestures, then it would turn into a chaotic brawl, and finally we would grab each other and wrestle.

This time it was different! This time Wang Shengli actually felt a sense of exhilaration, as if he were filming Ip Man 6!

Chen Ye's side was also embarrassed to knock him away with one move. After all, there were so many people watching, and that would be too fake. He had to give the other party some dignity and face.

The two fought for four or five minutes. Wang Shengli became more and more excited as they fought, and even couldn't help but want to hug and kiss his opponent!

Wang Shengli, with a confident expression, smiled and said, "Brother, you're pretty good. I'm going to get serious now."

"OK."

Wang Shengli suddenly accelerated! Using his weight advantage to suppress his opponent, he charged like a wild bull, wanting to overturn his opponent and end this match that he missed.

Then he felt that the other person seemed to have seen through his little scheme.

Chen Ye let him bump into him, then lifted his chin with both hands, causing the latter to fall backward.

The next moment, Chen Ye made a lightning-fast move, grabbing his calf and pulling him forward sideways—

Wang Shengli's body, lying on its back, was strangely positioned horizontally, hovering in the air for 2 seconds. At the same time, Chen Ye stretched out his foot and cushioned the back of the other's head.

The entire movement was performed in one smooth motion, making it highly visually appealing, much like a special effects rehearsal.

Wang Shengli lay sprawled on the ground, his head resting on Chen Ye's feet, staring blankly at that handsome face.

"Thank you for your concession."

At that moment, Wang Shengli felt a strange sensation. He had no strength left to resist, as if he were being gently wrapped in cotton from both the front and the back.

Chen Ye withdrew his foot, took a step back, and said to the referee, "The result can be announced now."

The referee was completely bewildered, staring at Wang Shengli lying on the ground. Wang Shengli sprang to his feet, seemingly unharmed, though his face was filled with shock.

Wang Shengli shouted, "Thank you for showing mercy, I admit defeat."

The referee announced that Chen Ye's hand should be raised.

The audience below were buzzing with discussion.

"That's it? That was really exciting! What happened?"

"Wing Chun is weak; he just used the 'Old Ape Hanging Seal' technique."

"Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand! This is Wing Chun's sticky hand technique. Look how skillful that young man's hands are!"

"That fat guy charged really hard, how come he's down so quickly?"

"Could it be an act?"

"What kind of martial arts competition is this? If it were a real fight, they would have already been grappling and biting each other!"

Backstage, Chen Ye advanced, signed the necessary documents in the temporary office, and awaited the next schedule.

Wang Shengli ran over and stood at the door waiting. His eyes, when he looked at Chen Ye, held both awe and confusion.

"Brother, what kind of kung fu was that just now?"

Chen Ye said, "Wing Chun."

Wang Shengli scratched his head: "No, no, although I'm an amateur, I've sparred with Wing Chun practitioners at the club. I used to learn the basics of Bajiquan, but in actual combat I mostly use Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). I've never seen you fight like this before. Is this really Wing Chun?"

Chen Ye smiled calmly: "Yes."

Watching his departing figure, Wang Shengli belatedly realized that at the beginning, whether he threw a punch or a kick, his opponent seemed to deftly deflect it, which was why the fight was so enjoyable and they never ended up grappling.

The key was that final blow; Wang Shengli had absolutely no chance to fight back and was easily taken down.

Thinking of this, he called out towards the office, "Director Wang, is there a playback?"

Director Wang was wearing headphones and personally explaining to the viewers in the live broadcast room, spitting as he spoke, and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

An assistant next to him said, "There's no replay of this audition, only a live recording. I'll send it to you later."

At this moment, Director Wang took off his headphones, ran over excitedly, and shouted to his assistant:

"Xiao Qiu, what was that guy again? Chen Ye! Don't let him leave! There are over 1 people in the live stream, bring him back! The live stream needs him!!"

"Director, according to the schedule, Chen Ye's next match is in the afternoon."

"Xiao Qiu, could you cover for me in the live stream for a bit? I have something urgent!"

Director Wang excitedly took the phone, ran outside, and lit a cigarette.

Beep beep beep—the call is connected.

"Hey, Mr. Tang, the number of viewers in the live stream just surged to over 10,000. I haven't even given out any lucky bags yet!"

"This much traffic from a simple audition? Did you hire someone to do a striptease?"

"There's this guy named Chen Ye, your coach. His performance just now was incredibly entertaining. I even suspect he colluded with his opponent! He boosted the number of viewers in the live stream in just a few minutes!"

"Chen Ye?"

"Yeah, handsome and has great charisma! He really brings the action to life like something out of a kung fu movie! Mr. Tang, this guy is a gem!"

"Is he a good fighter?"

"Anyway, the auditions are just for fun. They're amateurs, you know. They definitely can't compete with a young, fresh-faced professional like him!"

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, Tang Long's serious voice came through: "Trying to look like you're in a kung fu movie?"

"Yes, Wing Chun, like Ip Man's style!"

Send me a copy of the live stream video.

"Okay."