Wang Longhu secured the phone on a stand aid at the hanging sandbag, put on a Monkey King mask, and stood directly in front of the sandbag. He delivered a powerful punch using the Beng Fist technique.
Smack!
This punch was extraordinarily powerful, sending the 200-pound sandbag flying high. Wang Longhu was stunned, staring in disbelief at his right hand.
He knew his strength had increased, but he never imagined it would beco so astonishing.
After all, this was a 200-pound sandbag. Normally, a punch might only make it sway slightly, but he almost sent it half a ter off the ground.
If this punch were to land on soone, what would happen?
Wouldn’t it destroy all their internal organs?
Holding the rebounding sandbag, Wang Longhu excitedly ended the video recording. He didn’t bother adding any captions, and just uploaded the video.
"I didn’t realize my body had beco so powerful. It completely escaped my notice," Wang Longhu trembled with excitent, looking at his hands.
This was just the expression of 1.22 tis his strength. What if it reached 2 tis, or even 10 tis?
He feared he might beco the first human to achieve physical sainthood in history.
"Work hard, eat well, the future is promising!" Wang Longhu went to the kitchen and took out a cloth-wrapped item from a black plastic bag he brought from ho.
It was the root of wild ginseng the monk gifted him years ago.
Who knew where the monk got such a treasure? This wild ginseng was densely bearded, well-preserved, and clearly valuable. Although Wang Longhu was unsure of its price, he knew it wasn’t cheap.
Such a precious gift given willingly, Wang Longhu felt deeply grateful to the monk.
The monk could have had soone else from Yingzhou Temple take care of the dog if it wasn’t convenient for him.
After all, Wang Longhu was 25 years old and had experienced his share in the world. He doubted the monk gave him the ginseng without ulterior motives, but cared little for his own possible imminent demise.
Yet, it seed that the monk bore him no ill intent for now.
Wang Longhu picked up his phone and Voiced the supermarket owner.
"Hey, uncle, it’s Xiaowang. I bought ten bags of dog food from you. Would you send two chickens and two softshell turtles up? I need them for lunch. Bring scallions, ginger, garlic, star anise, goji berries, and so spices, okay? Right, the delivery fee is 12 bucks."
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Wang Longhu’s Douyin ID was ’Longhu’. Among his few seven fans, six were digital ID spam bots.
The last one, however, was Yu Yongyi.
After accidentally seeing Wang Longhu’s video that night, Yu Yongyi was astounded and couldn’t calm his stormy heart.
As soon as he heard Wang Longhu’s punch, he knew he had encountered a true master.
A ming jin master was extrely rare worldwide and seldom seen. Those few who existed lived in seclusion and never stood out due to prohibitions from above.
The real martial arts experts were only found in the military.
During the Republic era, martial arts gyms were everywhere in Tianjin, with martial artists eager to establish a na for their styles, giving Tianjin the reputation of a martial artist hub.
However, as ti progressed, martial prowess was overshadowed by guns. Martial arts’ decline was inevitable in an era where assassinations via guns were more efficient than physical combat.
Hence, most martial artists and practitioners entering military service envisioned a future devoid of martial excellence.
’Martial arts gyms would decline, the future lay in the military.’
This was a common perspective among veteran martial artists at Tianjin Guard.
By the early 21st century, both guns and genuine martial arts were veiled from the public eye.
The reason being that both originated as weapons for killing, and those wielding these powers would easily break the law due to their uncontrollable emotions, which higher-ups couldn’t properly manage.
Thus, Yu Yongyi, with his social standing and higher vision, understood that although there were still apparent martial arts gyms, they only taught superficial techniques, while valuable skills were inaccessible to the average person, who couldn’t endure the hardships of true martial arts training.
This very understanding of martial arts’ rarity kept Yu Yongyi from encouraging his descendants to pursue such a path.
Until Wang Longhu appeared, reigniting his passion. A true master was soone worth aspiring to know.
Yet, even as Yu Yongyi planned to offer Wang Longhu 200,000 a month to teach his family martial arts, he ran into a significant problem.
That was Wang Longhu never responded to him in the comnts section, and due to Douyin’s restriction allowing only a single private ssage from those not mutual followers, Yu Yongyi’s ssage went unanswered.
This left Yu Yongyi with no way to contact Wang Longhu.
He had the money, but no way to spend it.
"Dad, why are you still playing on your phone while eating? That’s not very grown-up."
At the dining table, Yu Yongyi’s son, daughter-in-law, daughter, and son-in-law were having a al. Seeing him looking at his phone, his eldest son, Yu Wucheng, couldn’t help but complain.
"I’ve been following a martial arts master who has reached Ming Jin level. He’s quite extraordinary, and I wanted him to teach you martial arts to build your strength and also to connect with such a skilled individual," replied Yu Yongyi with a smile.
Yu Wucheng sneered instantly: "Co on, in this day and age, you still believe in that stuff? If there were really martial arts, why hasn’t our country made much of an international impact? The last martial arts sensation was Bruce Lee."
"Dad, I think it’s just that mom left too early, and you have too much spare ti to fill, thinking about useless martial arts stuff. It would be better if you found a new companion, and as long as she’s older than , I’d be supportive," Yu Wucheng said.
"Yeah, Dad, you want us to practice martial arts, but what’s the use other than wasting ti? I could be doing a spa, having coffee, and eting clients," added his younger daughter.
"You short-sighted fools, do you think a ming jin master is only those four characters? The power behind it is beyond your imagination,"
Yu Yongyi slamd the table in frustration: "Ming Jin, Dark Force, and Huajin, ming jin is rare, dark force even rarer, and huajin might be extinct. Each master is a national treasure, and the nation values their power — connecting with them is invaluable,
Seeing martial arts rely as a joke is foolish! Do you know another na for martial arts? It’s National Martial Arts! Do you understand?"
Though Yu Yongyi spoke passionately, his children remained unmoved. To modern people, ming jin, dark force, and huajin seed too fantastical, too unreal.
Just as Yu Yongyi was about to preach further, his phone chid with a notification.
It was a new video from a celebrity he followed on Douyin, ID nad Longhu.
Instantly revitalized, Yu Yongyi abandoned his lecture, hastily clicked open the video, and watched Wang Longhu’s new upload with intense focus.
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