Chapter 041 Show off your power in public!
Following Chen Jue's explosive punch, the entire venue fell into an extremely strange silence.
This brief silence only lasted less than 2 or 3 seconds before someone with a bad temper couldn't help but exclaimed, "F---!"
Immediately afterwards, the entire venue was filled with exclamations. Thousands of soldiers sitting around the event applauded enthusiastically, cheered at the top of their lungs, and some gasped.
We have seen so many martial arts, Sanda, fighting, grappling routines, and Taekwondo flying kicks. Although the movements are very entertaining and even pleasing to the eye, compared with the simple and rough punch of the last one, the visual effect is not even a little bit worse.
Among these soldiers, the three who clapped the loudest were those who had helped Chen Jueyong capture a thief on a bus.
The three of them were so embarrassed that their faces turned red, their hands were almost numb from clapping, and they kept boasting to their friends sitting next to them, "I told you this guy has real kung fu! Do you believe it now?"
The TV crew members who were filming from a distance all opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
I thought it was just an ordinary martial arts exchange, but who could have imagined that there would be such an exciting action scene comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster!
This is a real punching effect with no special effects at all!
The TV cameramen in charge of filming were so frightened that their hands were shaking and they could barely hold the camera steady!
The seven invited folk masters sitting in the front row were so shocked that their mouths opened wide. They couldn't even utter a word. They just swallowed their saliva and secretly compared the gap between themselves and the young master on the stage.
That move of rushing punch seemed simple and clear, but it could shatter a vertical sandbag with one punch, and it also sent the sandbag weighing more than 200 pounds flying such a long distance.
If such a horrific punch hits a human body, wouldn't it break bones and tendons, and kill the person on the spot?
When they thought about competing with such a master in the afternoon , the folk masters who were invited couldn't help but shiver and felt a chill all over their bodies.
However, the political commissar Yao who invited Chen Jue to come was very excited at this moment. He pulled the chief and deputy chief beside him to praise the person on the stage: "What do you think? My vision is not bad!"
"This martial arts is really superb! Just like Superman! Today has really broadened my horizons. With such amazing kung fu, I feel like they can easily win a gold medal if they participate in the military competition." The two captains and deputy captains nodded excitedly. They felt that this large-scale exchange activity was not in vain to be able to discover such a folk master.
As for Chen Jue on the stage, after showing off his skills, his pores relaxed, he held back his strength, sweat broke out on his body, and he clasped his fists in front of so many pairs of eyes in the audience and said modestly: "Sorry for the poor performance!"
Listening to the warm applause ringing like thunder in my ears, the shouts of "one more" were heard one after another.
Chen Jue smiled slightly, feeling that he was quite popular. He ignored everyone's requests to stay and quickly walked off the stage and sat back in the front row seat.
At this point, all the presentations were over. Political Commissar Yao came on stage again and first asked with the microphone: "Is it exciting?"
"Wonderful!" The venue was filled with thunderous cheers and a lively atmosphere.
Political Commissar Yao asked again: "Do you still want to watch it?"
“I want to see it!”
Thousands of soldiers started to make a fuss, they were indeed shocked by Chen Jue's punch just now.
"If you want to watch, then we can gather again in the afternoon! You are free to disperse now, go eat, and come back in the afternoon when you have enough energy to watch and learn!" Political Commissar Yao officially announced the end of the morning's activities, and thunderous applause broke out again.
As for the martial arts competition, it was scheduled to take place after 2 pm, and the venue was also the arena in the wind and rain playground.
The soldiers began to line up and go to the canteen for their meals in strict discipline.
Chen Jue was surrounded by Political Commissar Yao, two regiment commanders, three fighting coaches, and several folk masters, and got into a car and headed to the canteen of the base.
He felt like a big star and protagonist. Wherever he went, people greeted him and wanted to come up and say a few words to him.
When the soldiers lined up and passed by him, they all joined in the cheering and praised him as "awesome" and "great". There were even a few who wanted to become his disciples on the spot, but they were driven back to the team by the leaders around them, laughing and scolding.
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In this atmosphere, Chen Jue got off the car and entered the canteen of the base.
The cafeteria is spacious and bright, not much different from a university cafeteria, the sanitary conditions are very good, and the dishes are varied, with a combination of meat and vegetables.
Seeing that the food was so good, Chen Jue's appetite was also whetted. He took two plates and ordered seven or eight kinds of dishes, scooped a bowl of rice, and sat down in the special seat arranged in advance for the event.
These tables were specially used to entertain guests, and the TV station staff also ate at these tables.
As for the seven folk masters, they each brought their apprentices and sat at the same table with Chen Jue, also trying to get close to him while eating.
Chen Jue also accepted everyone who came, chatting with them calmly and eating all the food they had.
After the meal, everyone was first invited to participate in the army's style building, read some advanced deeds and briefings hanging on the walls, and then were invited to a lounge prepared in advance, waiting for the event to start at 2 pm.
In the lounge, Master Li from the Sports Bureau came over to chat with Chen Jue: "Master Chen, I saw that the stance you used before throwing a punch seemed to be the 'Zhongli Sitting Drum' move from the Eight Immortals Stance. Could it be that Master Chen also learned the Boat Fist?"
"Master Li, did you figure it out? I did learn a few moves of boat fist, and also practiced some Shaolin Kung Fu on the side." Chen Jue was also slightly stunned, and replied truthfully with a little surprise.
He originally wanted to find this old veteran of Chuanquan to have some exchanges, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to come to him first.
"It seems like I have met a fellow disciple! I didn't expect that there is a hidden master of boat boxing like you, Master Chen, in Vancouver. I just wonder which branch of boat boxing Master Chen learned?" Master Li asked curiously.
"Which one? I learned it by learning from your teaching videos!" Chen Jue felt it was a bit ridiculous and funny , but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he changed his mind and reported his identity as Mr. Huang from Huangjia Village.
But Master Li had obviously heard that someone in Huangjia Village knew this Boat Fist. He smiled and said as if he had suddenly realized something: "So it's the Huang family! I've heard my father mention it before. There is indeed a Boat Fist inheritance in Panlong Town, but the old master Huang passed away early, and I thought he didn't leave any powerful successors. Who would have thought that I would meet Master Chen, the successor from the next generation today!"
“It’s really an eye-opener!”
