223: Chapter 224 The elderly folks have developed a sense of Qi, greatly increasing the lethality of their square dancing.

Tianhai City, Xingfuli Residential Community, brightly lit.

7:30 PM, the golden hour for the square dancing army to assemble. Usually, this place would echo with "Most Dazzling Folk Style" or "Little Apple," accompanied by heavy footsteps and casual chatter; it was a scene of community harmony.

But tonight, it was a bit different.

The music playing from the speakers was no longer those noisy pop songs, but a piece of ancient music with a strange rhythm downloaded from the official website of "Chenxing Technology."

The rhythm was slow and deep, making one's whole body feel hot just listening to it.

"Old Li, be more precise with your movements!"

Auntie Wang, wearing a bright red tracksuit, raised her arms with the music while scolding her old partner next to her, looking at him with frustration, "Consultant Jiang said this is called 'Drawing Qi into the Body'! Your hands are all limp; you've leaked all your Qi, so how are you supposed to strengthen your body?"

"Ouch, my waist..."

Although Old Li was complaining about the pain, his movements were faster than anyone else's.

Following the standard posture from the video, he did a deep squat, combined with an extremely strange wrist-lifting motion. His previously atrophied waist muscles instantly tightened, and actually emitted a crisp "crack" sound.

"Hey! Amazing!"

Old Li's eyes widened as he felt the surge of heat rising from his spine, feeling as if someone had given him a shot of adrenaline, "This waist... it really doesn't hurt anymore! I even feel like playing soccer!"

"Of course, would Consultant Jiang lie to us?"

Auntie Sun on the other side was also glowing with health; her usually cloudy eyes were now as bright as two large light bulbs. She swung her arms vigorously, and the wind generated by her movements even made the leaves on nearby trees rustle.

The vibe of the entire square gradually became strange.

Hundreds of grandpas and grandmas moved in perfect unison. Even though they were square dancing, they danced with a murderous intensity reminiscent of an army crossing a single-plank bridge.

Each person was faintly enveloped in a layer of flowing air.

"This section is called 'Qi Charging into the Bullfight'!"

Auntie Wang, standing in the lead position, suddenly let out a sharp cry; the momentum was comparable to that of a martial arts master.

She slammed her palms forward, and within her palms, a faint wave of air was invisibly stirred up.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the air wave hit a steel streetlight pole next to the square precisely.

Sparks flew.

Under the impact of that inexplicable force, the streetlight pole actually dented slightly, immediately emitting a groan of metal under unbearable stress.

"Creak... Snap!"

That seemingly sturdy streetlight was, under the eyes of everyone, bent ninety degrees right in the middle, and the lampshade shattered all over the ground.

The whole square went silent instantly.

Not only the dancing grandpas and grandmas, but even the security guard watching the commotion was dumbfounded.

"Wh... What the hell?"

The security guard rubbed his eyes, looking at the bent streetlight, then at the rubber baton in his own hand, feeling his worldview severely shattered, "This is square dancing? This is our community square dancing? Not a special forces demolition team?"

"Call the police! Hurry up and call the police!"

A passing delivery rider was so scared his bike tipped over, yelling "There are superhumans attacking the community!" as he fled wildly into the distance.

When community police officer Old Zhang arrived at the scene after receiving the call, he saw a group of grandpas and grandmas surrounding the bent streetlight, wearing innocent expressions that said, "Did we cause trouble?"

"Who did this?!"

Before Old Zhang even got out of the car, he pulled out his walkie-talkie, completely bewildered, "This is thick steel pipe! What kind of bandit gang is so crazy that they're violently dismantling even the streetlights?"

"Old... Old Zhang."

Auntie Wang approached somewhat guiltily, still holding the red silk fan used for practice, stammering:

"Well... we were practicing a bit... a bit too seriously."

"We swear, we really didn't mean to dismantle it, we just reached that part, and we just... just accidentally bent it."

Old Zhang looked at the group of gray-haired elders who didn't even dare to breathe loudly, then looked at the streetlight bent like a hook, his mouth twitching violently.

This is "a bit too seriously"?

Is this the level of "a bit too much force" that can bend a steel pipe?

What kind of demonic gymnastics are you all practicing!

At this moment, in the villa, Jiang Chen had just finished watching a short video about the "power of the Chenxing Foundation-Building Exercises," and his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was an encrypted communication from General Qin Weiguo. In the background noise, he could vaguely hear military police shouting; clearly, things had gotten out of hand over there.

"Consultant Jiang! Help!"

General Qin Weiguo's voice changed pitch from anxiety, "What level is this exercise of yours...? After a few soldiers in the troops practiced it, they literally demolished the shooting range! That steel target was directly punched through by their fists!"

"How can we keep practicing this?!"

"If we keep practicing, our military region will be left with nothing but the dirt!"

Jiang Chen listened to the cries for help on the phone, unable to help but cover his forehead, letting out a sigh of extreme helplessness.

His original intention was just to let everyone exercise and strengthen their bodies; who knew this bunch of people would start violent demolition while practicing?

If he really let all the people of the Dragon Kingdom practice this kind of "Qi energy," why would construction sites need excavators in the future? Wouldn't it just be easier to let the aunties dig mines with their bare hands?

"Forget it."

Jiang Chen tossed his phone onto the table, looking at the starry sky outside the window, a flash of exhaustion and a hint of sly amusement in his eyes:

"It seems this exercise really needs to be modified."

"If this keeps up, within a month, all the walls in the Dragon Kingdom will be collapsed by the aunties."

"Tomorrow, I'll release a 'weakened version' of the Foundation-Building Exercises."

"Otherwise... I won't be able to afford the renovation costs in the future."

Jiang Chen rubbed his temples, deciding to discuss with Academician Chen Shuyin tomorrow how to add a "fuse" to the cultivation technique.

These days, being a good person is really too hard.

Not only do you have to worry about energy, mechs, and interstellar wars, but you also have to worry about whether the square-dancing aunties will shake the city to pieces.

Sigh, mentally exhausted.