Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 210 - 203: Questioning
"Did you guys go to a movie set?"
After watching the video, one of the classmates from their small circle couldn't help but ask this question, and the others had similar thoughts.
However, no one answered their question. Zhong Ming and the others remained completely silent, not saying a word.
This atmosphere made the classmates who hadn't been there sense that something was off.
"It can't be real, can it?"
A classmate asked in disbelief.
"I just finished uploading the footage from the camera. Do you really think I had time to tamper with it?"
Jiang Yun said, rolling his eyes.
Hearing this, the other classmates fell into a stunned silence, their worldview completely shattered.
In the end, most of them copied the video from Jiang Yun. With a mix of emotions, they each left the villa in silence.
That night, Jiang Yun returned to his high-end apartment. He watched the video over and over, at least ten times, the scenes replaying involuntarily in his mind.
That power, that magic, that sheer shock...
He'd had no idea such a world existed before this, or that such people were real.
They remained low-key, hidden in the shadows, wielding power that could shock the world, yet they were unknown to it.
He was restless all night. He turned off the video, opened his social media app, and started browsing through his feed.
The first thing he saw was a trending headline:
Hunyuan Taichi Master Ma Knocked Down Three Times in 30 Seconds by Amateur Boxer, Donghua Martial Arts Questioned Again.
He clicked on the trending topic and found a video of a middle-aged man, a self-proclaimed martial arts master, being easily knocked down by an opponent during a commercial martial arts exchange match. The scene was a complete disaster, and the comments below had already surpassed ten thousand.
Jiang Yun clicked into the comment section and saw the responses to the trending topic.
"Stop making a fool of yourself. The Ancient Martial Arts of Donghua Country are just Flower Fist and Embroidery Legs. This stuff is the dregs of history and its spread should be completely banned."
"TBH, Donghua Martial Arts are useless. Is your opponent going to just stand there and let you strike a pose? The only people they can beat are their own students."
"Donghua Martial Arts? Isn't that all just hype? They're all a bunch of weaklings. Is any of it useful?"
"..."
The comment section was almost uniformly filled with mockery, belittlement, and ridicule. The few who tried to argue back were immediately torn to shreds by a horde of trolls.
'One bad apple spoils the whole bunch!'
'The true masters don't show themselves, giving these clowns a chance to make a scene. The reputation of Donghua Martial Arts is being ruined by people like this!'
Having witnessed the Hero Assembly, Jiang Yun knew deep down how terrifying the top Martial Artists of Donghua were. Those people were far from being just Flower Fist and Embroidery Legs; they were a group of magnificent individuals pursuing the very limits of human physical potential.
Although he didn't know why they didn't appear in public, Jiang Yun hated seeing the internet flooded with trolls slandering the great heritage of Donghua.
"Donghua Martial Arts is real. You shouldn't dismiss it entirely just because of some fake masters. Don't let your preconceptions cloud your judgment. I know the truth. The top experts in the Donghua Martial Arts Realm have power beyond the imagination of ordinary people. I attended the Hero Assembly held recently in Songyang City and witnessed the living legends of the Martial Arts Realm..."
Jiang Yun couldn't help but comment under the trending topic.
"LMAO, I've seen a lot of Donghua Martial Arts fanboys, but this one is the most over-the-top. 'Body Emitting Spiritual Light'? Bro, I recommend you go get your head checked at a mental hospital."
"Hahaha, top Donghua Martial Artists can fight dozens of people at once? Even hundreds? Are you kidding me? What novel have you been reading that's got you so hooked?"
"If they're so badass, why don't they get in the ring?"
"You must be in middle school, right? I'll be honest, I've actually been to an Otherworld. The masters there can carry mountains and sunder continents, ruling over all of eternity. Back in the day, I became an Immortal Venerable, shattered the void, and was reborn back here. Unfortunately, the Spiritual Qi on Earth is depleted, making Cultivation difficult. If you transfer me a thousand bucks, I'll teach you my secret Cultivation Technique..."
"..."
Jiang Yun hadn't expected his single reply to get flamed so badly. So, he unleashed the "Key Techniques" he had honed over many years of online life, and his fingers began to fly across the keyboard in a furious tirade.
An hour later, through sheer force of the flame war, his comment was pushed to the top.
"You don't believe me, huh? Just you wait, check my profile! I have a video from the Hero Assembly that'll open your eyes!"
Gritting his teeth, Jiang Yun posted his threat and clicked on his personal profile page.
He was a media major and regularly managed his own social media account, posting campus vlogs and interview videos. He had accumulated nearly a hundred thousand followers.
He made a few quick edits to the video he had shot at the Hero Assembly, uploaded it to his social media page, and gave it an epic-sounding title:
The Hero Assembly at Wulong Manor in Songyang City: The Day I Saw a God.
After uploading it, he started to have some regrets, worrying that casually sharing a video like this might cause trouble.
'But on second thought, the Martial Arts Arena was so far away that you couldn't clearly see the real faces of the people on it in the video. It should be fine.'
His mouse hovered over the delete button for a full thirty seconds. Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yun shut his computer with a SNAP, ready to wash up and go to sleep. Out of sight, out of mind.
The next morning, Jiang Yun dragged his aching body out of bed. He picked up his phone to check the time, only to be startled by a long stream of notifications from his social media app.
Sensing something was up, he immediately opened his computer and logged into the social media site. He discovered that overnight, he had gained another hundred thousand followers. The video he posted had over ten thousand comments and had even been pushed to the top of the trending list.
Although the video quality was a bit blurry and the content was almost fantastical, unlike special effects, the footage in the video was far too real. It was impossible to spot any sign of added effects.
That terrifying pressure, that magnificent aura, that soul-shaking power—it was something no special effect could ever simulate.
Beneath the video, most of the discussion revolved around its authenticity. In the comment section, some people who had also attended the Hero Assembly appeared to corroborate the story. A few god-tier professional bloggers confirmed after detailed analysis that the video showed absolutely no signs of added special effects. Someone even doxxed the event, discovering that a Hero Assembly had indeed been held at Wulong Manor in Songyang City the previous day, and the local talk about it was legendary.
Some people gradually began to believe the video was real. They believed that in the hidden corners of the world, there truly were individuals who wielded unknown, powerful forces, and that the Donghua Martial Arts Realm actually existed, but for various reasons, had not revealed itself to the public.
Many more people, however, remained skeptical and began their own investigations into the video's authenticity.
Quite a few others were interested in the identities of the people in the video and started contacting friends in related circles to ask for information.
A seed had been quietly planted.
This Hero Assembly, and the spread of the video Jiang Yun had uploaded, all heralded that something great and long-forgotten was slowly rising from the shadows to the surface, ready to influence the world once more.
An extraordinary new era was, from this point on, gradually beginning to dawn.
