Chapter 3 My Fist, 20 Years of Kung Fu!

Wu Li lay on the bed browsing Mo Yin Platform and before he knew it, two hours had passed.

By the time he snapped back to reality, it was already time for dinner.

"Maybe let's order some takeout." Wu Li suddenly didn't feel like moving, and he began to understand why Chen Dong could lay in bed all day without getting up.

However, having browsed videos for so long, Wu Li had made some discoveries; videos that truly showcased Traditional Martial Arts or explained and taught Martial Arts didn't have many likes, indicating that they didn't attract many viewers; instead, videos that had visual effects to grab attention were the ones that were popular.

Among them, apart from high jumps, comedic and cute acts, splits, and movie clips editing, there were two types of videos related to Martial Arts that were quite popular: one was various methods of striking or breaking objects, like chopping bricks or bottles with bare hands, kicking steel pipes and so on, and the other was demonstrating Martial Arts application in real combat, featuring sparring and countering moves.

Wu Li also knew how to apply Martial Arts in real combat, and could do sparring and move-countering with the help of his roommates, but people in those teaching videos were either white-haired elders or immortal-looking Taoist priests, or at least some sturdy middle-aged men. Wu Li, looking like a young kid, wouldn't be believed as a Martial Arts expert.

Plus, the opponents in those videos were robust and clearly trained, while Chu Li glanced at his roommate: Chen Dong was fat like a ball, and the other roommate who hadn't come back yet was thin as a stick...

"It seems I can only display the violent beauty of Martial Arts," Wu Li sighed.

With the enhancement from Iron Body, chopping bricks with bare hands or kicking metal pipes was no challenge for Wu Li.

"Bam!" A loud door slam resounded.

Wu Li peeked out. The last roommate, Wang Xuecheng, had come back, angrily throwing down his basketball, "This is infuriating!"

"Did you lose the game?" Chen Dong asked.

Wang Xuecheng said, "Wu Li, Chen Dong, be honest, how have I treated you guys usualy?"

Wu Li frowned and stood up looking at him, "What happened specifically?"

Wang Xuecheng sounded sorrowful, "I treat you like brothers, but you guys?"

Before Wu Li and Chen Dong could speak, he suddenly started laughing, "And you guys treat me like a dad?"

"Damn!" Chen Dong threw an empty can at him.

Wu Li was also made to laugh by this guy, Wang Xuecheng was a local from Chuhua City, extroverted and loved clowning around; with him in the dorm, the atmosphere was always joyous.

The mood in boys' dorms was mostly harmonious, probably because everyone wanted to be everyone else's dad, so naturally, they wouldn't be really angry with their own "sons."

After laughing and messing around, Chen Dong brought up Wu Li's interest in becoming a live-streaming celebrity, and upon hearing it, Wang Xuecheng slapped his thigh, "Sure thing, Old Wu, I have a high school classmate who's an anchor on Mo Yin Platform with tens of thousands of fans. I'll ask her to promote you."

"High school classmate, male or female?" Chen Dong asked curiously.

"Female, the belle of our class."

"Not bad, Old Wang. What kind of relationship?"

"Just classmates, classmates," Wang Xuecheng said with a grin and a wave of his hand.

"Seeing you smile so lewdly, I know there must be something more," Wu Li laughed as well, "Alright, I'll let you know when I upload the video."

"No problem," Wang Xuecheng patted his chest, "But what kind of video are you planning to make?"

Wu Li thought for a moment, "Maybe a tribute to the predecessors."

...

"Okay, just give me his ID number, and I'll help him promote it."

"Haha, no worries, no need to be polite."

"Alright, yeah, bye-bye."

Zhang Jia'er hung up the phone and sighed.

She was the high school beauty of Wang Xuecheng's class and had maintained a good relationship with him, as they were neighbors. This time, when Wang Xuecheng asked for her help, she agreed readily.

Zhang Jia'er had started live streaming since her first year of college, and with the rise of the Mo Yin Platform, she began posting dance videos to gain fans. Having studied dance since childhood, and being beautiful with a good figure, she quickly amassed a following on Mo Yin and earned some pocket money.

In this era, earning a living based on one's appearance was no longer a joke.

Initially, Zhang Jia'er's fan base grew rapidly, but it stalled noticeably after she exceeded fifty thousand fans, even slowly decreasing, with the number of active viewers in her live streams dwindling each time.

It wasn't hard to understand why, considering there were plenty of beautiful girls around. Zhang Jia'er didn't have any distinct advantage over other female streamers. To become popular, one needed luck and the packaging and operation of a professional team.

Unfortunately, during the year and more that Zhang Jia'er had been a streamer, no major company had shown interest in her, and the Mo Yin Platform hadn't offered her a contract either.

Apart from some insincere invitations and scammers, the few professional influencer teams she had come across all invariably wanted her videos to be bolder and more open. In other words, they wanted her to adopt a sexy and enchanting image.

Although Zhang Jia'er wanted to become famous, she was still a student and couldn't accept the style they proposed. Thus, she hadn't signed with any team and was still trying her luck alone, not knowing when she might become popular.

Today, she received a call from Wang Xuecheng, asking her, a "big-time streamer," to help mentor a newcomer. Zhang Jia'er found it somewhat ironic—what big-time streamer was she? She, too, wished someone would support her and help her gain more fans.

"Ding."

On WeChat, Wang Xuecheng sent her an ID number.

Zhang Jia'er opened Mo Yin and searched this ID.

"Xingyi—Wu Li."

"Promoting Chinese Martial Arts, convincing through reason."

The name and description were simple; the profile picture was of a person in a white training suit practicing martial arts atop a mountain.

Zhang Jia'er clicked in and saw that this 'Xingyi—Wu Li' had zero likes, zero followers, zero fans, and had only uploaded one video three minutes ago.

"This is definitely a beginner." Zhang Jia'er was somewhat amused; she had thought when Wang Xuecheng asked for her help, at the very least, the person would have some sort of foundation—surely a few hundred, if not a few thousand, fans, and at least some videos uploaded, with knowledge of some patterns and techniques. But, it turned out this 'Xingyi—Wu Li' was completely new.

"Probably just for fun," Zhang Jia'er thought, as she clicked on the only video posted by this account.

"If you want to train in martial arts, you have to put in the effort!" A young man in a white training suit said into the camera on a grassy lawn.

"What is Kung Fu? Kung Fu is honed through time!"

The more Zhang Jia'er listened, the more familiar it sounded until she recalled that this was dialogue from the movie "Huo Yuanjia."

"This punch of mine, twenty years of Kung Fu, can you withstand it?"

While speaking, he walked over to a large tree.

The tree was about thick enough to be embraced by one person, and its top was covered in snow white, all snow.

After finishing his lines, the man violently punched towards the large tree.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came as the tree trunk shook. The camera quickly zoomed in; dry bark flew off, and a clearly indented fist imprint appeared on the tree trunk.

The camera zoomed out, and the snow on the treetop fell down like a silver rainfall.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Wow..."

Zhang Jia'er's mouth was agape, her face a picture of astonishment as she watched the video.