Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Los Angeles, stadium.

In the locker room, Chen Jianbin was on the phone, his face serious.

"Ono, Qin Shifan just called. That Mr. K has been arrested by the Special Operations Bureau."

As Chen Ye changed his clothes, he said, "The government is really efficient at arresting people. Technology is indeed amazing. Then I'll just fight in the arena casually. I don't need to do any exaggerated performances to lure him out."

Chen Jianbin said, "Qin Shifan is on his way here. He wants to see you. He has something very important to discuss."

Seeing his father's unusually serious expression, Chen Ye asked, "What is it?"

"They didn't explain it clearly over the phone, but it seems to be a supernatural event, and it's related to you."

"Huh? It's almost time to start. I was thinking that if I won the jackpot of 200 million, I would buy you a car. Didn't you always want that black SUV? And I also wanted to buy clothes for my mom, lots and lots of clothes."

The day after Chen Ye earned 400 yuan from the comic convention, he bought a belt for Chen Jianbin and a scarf for Sun Xiaojuan.

Chen Jianbin felt a warmth in his heart, recalling a time at Walmart when Chen Ye was less than five years old. He stood next to the chocolate cart, staring intently, and said that Er Mao had eaten chocolate before, and that it had fillings.

At the time, some experts online said that children shouldn't eat chocolate because it's bad for their brains.

But Chen Jianbin felt sorry for his son, so he bought him some chocolate and let him eat it secretly. On the way, little Chen Ye ate it and said, "Dad, when I grow up, I will buy you chocolate too."

Chen Jianbin thought to himself: My good child, how could there be such a good child, and he happens to be my son!

Chen Jianbin asked instinctively, "And what about you? What will you buy for yourself?"

Chen Ye thought for a moment, "I don't really want anything for now, as long as I have enough to eat and drink."

Chen Jianbin's expression was complicated. "Xiao Ye, now that we've come clean with the authorities, money is the easiest thing for you to get in this world."

At this moment, the announcer's voice came from outside the venue.

[Next match: Chen Ye vs. Okamoto Saburo]

[Please welcome both players to the stage]

Chen Ye asked, "What else did Qin Shifan say?"

"They say there's a jade flower that can supposedly open the gates of heaven and grant immortality or something."

Chen Ye's eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled that Ouyang Zhaoming in the mental hospital had once mentioned something like that to him.

A crew member waved and urged, "Master Chen, hurry up, stop chatting."

Chen Ye said, "Dad, wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."

Chen Jianbin: "Okay, since Qin Shifan hasn't arrived yet, I'll go watch you fight from the audience."

Chen Ye walked from behind the scenes onto the stage. There were many spectators below. Since it was a battle between China and Japan, and Chen Ye was a master of traditional kung fu, everyone hoped that this traditional master would have real skills and give the Japanese boxer a good beating.

On the ring, there was a medium-sized island Japanese boxer with a small mustache, dressed in their traditional samurai attire, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The audience below shouted, "Kill him!"

Slap him in the mouth!

"Master Chen, you can try cutting through the Japanese mid-lane."

The host raised his hand to slow the pace and continued his loud introduction:

"Saburo Okamoto comes from Kyokushin Karate and won the middleweight championship at the Youth Karate Championship when he was young! Five years ago, he switched to mixed martial arts, competing in events such as RIZIN and ONE, and his professional record is..."

After a full minute of introductions, the host abruptly changed the subject, turning his gaze to Chen Ye, who had just emerged from behind the scenes.

"Chen Ye, a Tai Chi enthusiast!"

Saburo Okamoto stood up, bowed, and then struck a pose.

Standing on the boxing ring, Chen Ye saw two people at the entrance behind the crowd of spectators. One of them was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, was tall, and had a cold face. He was following behind an older man and should be Qin Shifan.

In the audience, several plainclothes special agents walked over, including his father, and they were whispering to each other.

Chen Jianbin looked at the ring and gave an OK sign.

At that moment, the whistle blew.

Saburo Okamoto shouted in Chinese, "Yoshi, zhi..."

Chen Ye wanted to end this quickly, so he delivered a chop to Okamoto Saburo's neck, sending him sprawling backward to the ground with his hands still in the position of throwing punches.

It took less than three seconds in total.

The host said, "Alright, let's wait and see what happens next... wait, where did everyone go?"

The audience didn't understand at first and started whispering among themselves. Was that all?

The referee looked bewildered, squatted down to take a look, and realized that the other player seemed to be genuinely unconscious. Out of professional ethics, he could only count down the seconds: 10-9-8...

The replay was playing on a large screen next to the ring.

As everyone saw, after the whistle blew, Master Chen took a step forward and struck with great speed, bringing the opponent down with a single, diagonal slash.

"No way, what's going on? This is ridiculous."

"Am I here just to see something lonely?"

"Refund!"

"Master Chen, you're awesome! That's real kung fu!"

"Is it an act?"

Marc Anderson, the European and American player who was temporarily replaced, was seething with anger when he was substituted. He cursed in Chinese, "Match-fixing, is this what Cainis Kongfu is like?"

Anderson's two assistants said in English, "You're right, Cainis Kongfu is a commodity. This shameless Japanese athlete has sold out the spirit of Bushido and is playing along."

Another assistant said, "These scammers are too blatant! Sir, let's go back. Participating in this kind of competition is beneath your dignity."

Before the host could announce the results, Chen Ye had already jumped off the stage and walked towards Qin Shifan and the others near the entrance.

Suddenly, eight Japanese samurai who were traveling with him blocked Chen Ye's path.

One of the samurai winked at his companion, and without saying a word, rushed forward to attack Chen Ye! The samurai behind him also charged forward.

Eight people surrounded one of them, and the one at the front was cursing.

Chen Ye frowned slightly, then threw a punch, and the foul-mouthed Japanese samurai fell to the ground, his chest caved in, and blood spilled from his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, before the other seven had even finished their attacks, Chen Ye delivered a palm strike and a punch, sending one of them flying.

The audience dispersed in a flash.

Not far away, security guards maintaining order at the scene ran towards this side, adjusting their hats, while several plainclothes special agents at the entrance quickly approached the crowded area.

A series of screams came from ahead, and with each scream, someone was sent flying.

The last samurai, who was the slowest to react, took off running.

Marc Anderson followed the gaze, his eyes gradually becoming confused... The long-haired young man soared seven or eight meters into the air, stepping through the air as he passed over his head.

Mark Anderson tilted his head back and made an arc, the long-haired young man swooping down like an eagle to pounce on a rabbit, knocking down the last person who tried to escape.

The audience members around them were also dumbfounded.

Then, the security personnel arrived at the scene and looked at the several Japanese samurai lying haphazardly on the ground, exchanging bewildered glances.

Police sirens sounded outside the door. Everyone realized what was happening and saw the Tai Chi master named Chen Ye get into a black SUV and drive away.

Many police officers came in and dispersed the crowd. Several plainclothes special agents who stayed behind took out handcuffs and cuffed the Japanese samurai lying on the ground one by one.

Of the eight island warriors, the one with the foul mouth died, his heart shattered by the force of the internal energy. The other seven were all injured and incapacitated.

Surprisingly, the least injured was Okamoto Saburo, who hadn't even had a chance to speak in the ring. He staggered to his feet, unaware of what had happened, and was also handcuffed by the police.

Marc Andreessen's eyes gleamed with extreme excitement. He grabbed his assistant's collar with both hands and roared:

"Oh my god! It's true! Zenny's Kongfu is real!"

"The movie is real! Oh my God!"

"Lightness skill! That's lightness skill!! He has internal energy, internal energy really exists in this world! The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

The assistant was being rocked back and forth, spouting English.

Marc Anderson roared, "Jerry, come on, I want to become this master's apprentice and learn flight techniques from him!"

The host snapped out of his daze, supporting his headset with one hand, and after listening to the director's feedback, immediately shouted:

"What a wonderful performance! Alright, now let's enjoy the 'Shy Girl Fist' performance by the Guanglindou Media Dance Troupe."

A dozen or so sexy martial arts babes, holding colorful flowers, ran up from backstage and started swaying their hips, while upbeat music filled the air.

Most of the audience members were whispering among themselves, not watching the martial arts babes wiggle their hips as usual. Most of them had incredulous expressions on their faces and were talking amongst themselves.

Who was that person just now?

"Hey, do you guys remember that really handsome guy from the Xincheng auditions?"

"Chen Ye, yes, his name is Chen Ye!"

"Damn, I told you all that was real, not acting!"

"The police just arrived. Could it be that our country has superhumans?"

……

……

Inside the SUV.

Men Gun drove, with Qin Shifan in the passenger seat.

Chen Ye and his son sat in the back seat.

A brief silence.

Qin Shifan was on the phone. One Japanese national had died, four were seriously injured, and three were slightly injured.

Qin Shifan spoke into the microphone: "Let the public relations department handle this. That Japanese soldier broke the law; shouldn't he die?"

Chen Jianbin looked helpless: "Xiao Ye, you again..."

Chen Ye said, "I've already been very restrained when that person insulted me."

"What did he say to you?"

He called me a little bastard.

Chen Jianbin: "..."

Qin Shifan hung up the phone, turned around and said, "It's not a big problem. Even if you kill all those Japanese soldiers, it will still be considered self-defense."

Chen Ye asked, "What do that jade flower and prophecy mean?"

Qin Shifan took out his phone, opened a photo—a picture he had taken of the last page of the prophecy book. "Take a look at this first; I'll explain the rest to you on the way."

Chen Ye took it and looked at it.

[In the Central Plains, one person will be born on the fourteenth day of the fourth month of the year Wuxu. By infusing true energy into the jade flower, the Heavenly Gate can be opened; whoever enters the gate will ascend to immortality.]

Chen Jianbin said, "Could that jade flower mean the teleportation array will be reopened?"

Qin Shifan said, "There was also a jade flower unearthed from the Luocheng tomb, which is currently with the Special Operations Bureau. Mr. Chen Ye, do you know the secret behind it?"

Chen Ye shook his head thoughtfully; he didn't know what it was either.

At that moment, Qin Shifan's phone rang again; it was his secretary, Da Xiang, calling.

"Teacher Qin, Ouyang Zhaoming took it, and he cried when he saw Yuhua."

Why?

He said he didn't have any internal energy and couldn't open the Heavenly Gate.