Chapter 594: 593. Kung Fu_1 Chapter 594: 593. Kung Fu_1 Stephen’s favorite thing was Kung Fu.
He even enrolled in classes to learn it.
He strongly agreed with the fact that Tai Chi was a compulsory physical education course at university.
In his mind, Kung Fu was either flying around with flashy movents, like dancing, or it was about seizing the slightest opportunity, fast as lightning.
But the fight between He Chong and Dai Yuanyang was full of a bizarre feeling.
When He Chong threw a punch, it seed plain and filled with openings, yet Dai Yuanyang acted oddly, as if sothing had taken away the space behind him, suddenly shifting and stepping back several paces.
After several exchanges of moves between the two, Stephen was baffled.
To say it wasn’t Kung Fu seed wrong, for each move had the essence of it.
But to say it was Kung Fu seed off as well, for their engagent was blow for blow, and there was also a hint of strangeness mixed in, which Stephen couldn’t comprehend.
After they were stopped and things were explained, Stephen finally had a rough understanding of the fight that had just occurred.
Seeing this, Stephen began to think that Lu Ban, the director, had so interesting ideas.
As a Westerner from Europe and Arica, Stephen had watched many superhero movies, where the fights were basically enhanced versions of human combat arts, with common people punching through wooden boards, turning into superheroes and punching through steel.
Although there wasn’t a big issue, it always felt sowhat off.
Now, after watching Lu Ban’s movie, Stephen suddenly understood.
It was normal for common people to fight using martial arts, but why would superhumans or superpowered individuals still fight like common people?
If it was the poor, mutated friendly neighbor, that was one thing, but so powerful races with ancient legacies also resorted to fists and swords, which now felt quite outrageous.
The battles of superpowered individuals should be a combination of their unique abilities.
The space disappearing just now, and the mysteriously unpredictable punches, were manifestations of their combined powers.
“Brilliant!”
Stephen couldn’t help but inwardly exclaid.
Even though he felt Dai Yuanyang’s actions seed unproblematic and using scientific ans to develop one’s superpowers made sense, if a superpowered individual appeared now, Stephen also believed that experinting, testing, and developing abilities was the correct approach.
He didn’t understand why people were so resistant to Dai Yuanyang’s proposal.
Stephen thought that Dai Yuanyang clearly wanted to help these people, yet ended up being driven away, which made this group seem incredibly conservative.
It wasn’t really because of Stephen’s own reasoning, but because he was raised with the belief that the place he grew up in was the most developed and advanced, and it was only right to help less fortunate areas progress.
The next day, during the narration of recollections by those who ca after, Lu Ban and He Chong, among others, drove to Jiangcheng Mountain.
The first trial on Jiangcheng Mountain didn’t unfold from Lu Ban’s perspective, but from He Chong’s.
Fog blurred the scene, humid hot winds, clothes sticking to the skin; despite the air conditioning being on high in the cinema during the fall, Stephen still felt the heat and regretted not bringing a Coke with him.
In the midst of the fog, a voice suddenly erged from behind He Chong.
The cara panned back, nearly making Stephen cry out, telling He Chong not to turn around.
Fortunately, the cara stopped just as it was about to turn, giving the impression of “It’s a good thing I paused, otherwise it would have turned.”
The voice belonged to Seventh Master.
Seventh Master approached He Chong, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder.
“I just saw soone lying on the side of the road. Ha, these tricks to deceive the eyes are getting more and more powerful.”
Seventh Master talked as if nothing happened, but He Chong looked over.
In the sight granted by the Yin Yang Eyes, that Seventh Master was not human but a monstrous creature amalgamated from a mass of twisted and bizarre maggots.
When the gaze landed on Seventh Master, inside the movie theater, suddenly there erupted a chorus of faint whispers.
These whispers seed to rise in everyone’s ears, causing Stephen to shiver unexpectedly. Combined with the sanity-draining maggot amalgamation, it instinctively triggered a chill in everyone present.
For a mont, the entire screening room fell silent.
Lu Ban might seem to be acting much more obedient, but you’re still that sa Lu Ban, and when one least expects it, you’d spring sothing utterly hair-raising on them.
The He Chong in the movie didn’t panic or hurry, he just kept walking. After a while, Seventh Master disappeared.
In the world seen through the Yin Yang Eyes, the colors around dimd, followed by a burst of brilliant hues that erged on the vegetation.
These colors were reflected in Stephen’s eyes, presenting a srizing luster.
The colors seed not of Earth. The colors on the big screen were nothing but a clumsy imitation; in the grey world of the Yin Yang Eyes, those vibrant hues blossod like flowers, exhibiting a seductive charm.
Stephen felt a wave of intoxication, as if he were on drugs.
He saw the colors swirling with the mist, perating the air, and gathering into the roadside vegetation.
In the vegetation lay a person.
The person was made up of densely packed maggots, interwoven and entangled, and the vibrant colors only made a glance at it enough to cause one’s scalp to tingle, involuntarily making one want to look away.
This is a form of human self-protection chanism; when confronted with sothing that breaches the limit of endurance, the senses automatically shut down to prevent further damage.
Luckily, He Chong quickly disabled his Yin Yang Eyes.
Only then did Lu Ban appear, lying on the grass, covered in blood.
“Save …”
Lu Ban pleaded for help.
He Chong had already seen through the illusion. He ignored Lu Ban and kept walking upwards, only to hear Lu Ban’s screams intensifying. Finally, accompanied by a deep roar, so beast-like monstrous entity seed to have devoured him right behind He Chong.
He Chong didn’t look back.
Suddenly, there ca a burst of children’s laughter.
He Chong saw his own child standing ahead, and he was stunned.
After a mont of hesitation, He Chong opened his Yin Yang Eyes.
The child standing on the steps suddenly transford into a conglorate of maggots, which, along with the mist, started to fall off from the innocent and adorable face and wriggle down the steps.
Watching this scene, Stephen didn’t know if it was habituation or sothing else, but he actually found an unusual sense of beauty in it.
The most grotesque, twisted, and filthy maggots intertwined with the most vibrant, colorful, and gorgeous hues, like the deepest nightmare that made it hard for Stephen to breathe; yet in the midst of suffocation, it seed as if he glimpsed so majestic beings of supre grandeur.
He Chong seed to be stunned as well.
He paused for a while before closing his eyes, allowing the world to return to normal. He walked past the child without looking back.
At that mont, Stephen’s brain was like boiling water, bubbling from the shock of the eerie sight, and in his mind echoed the phrase that had appeared at the beginning of the movie.
The more you know, the more unfortunate you are.
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