102: Is this the best guidance in the martial arts world today?

Monk looked up at the ceiling.

“Patron, This Poor Monk's statement just now was an exaggeration, do you understand?”

“I think if one possesses a human brain, this is quite easy to understand.”

“Regarding this roof, forget about me not being able to kick that high, even if my master came, he wouldn't be able to kick it up there.”

The actor wiped his forehead.

“I heard you are already the highest-ranking eminent Monk in terms of martial power in our Dragon Country Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect your master to still be alive?”

Monk shook his head.

“No, no, no, my master passed away long ago.”

“What I mean is, even if an immortal came, it would be impossible for him to kick it up there.”

“...”

The actor shook his head, starting to doubt life itself.

What a winding explanation.

Was his brain really not working well?

After finishing his cigarette, Monk grabbed a thermos from the side and took a sip of Goji Berry Water.

He chewed the goji berries with a “baba” sound.

Everyone who watched was stunned.

Was Master practicing health preservation or not?

Or was he using the goji berries to detoxify immediately after smoking?

I must say, he truly deserves to be called an eminent Monk.

Not only did anxiety radiate from his entire being, but there was also an air of mystery that couldn't be ignored.

Someone in the crew shouted.

“Master Monk, could you demonstrate for us how high you can kick this ball?”

Hearing this, Monk stopped reaching for another cigarette and displayed an aura capable of overwhelming the entire venue.

“Very well.”

“It's a good thing this venue isn't short, otherwise my kick wouldn't stay inside the building.”

As his voice fell, he took a sliding step forward with his left foot, and his presence instantly sank.

Suddenly, a fierce wind seemed to sweep past the crowd, making a whistling sound.

“Oh.”

Everyone sighed in unison.

“As expected of the Temple's number one.”

Someone raised their phone.

“Holy crap, I just checked. This master isn't just the Temple's number one.”

“He is also the current Number One Martial Artist in the Martial Arts World, listed on the rankings.”

Everyone gathered around to look, and their jaws immediately dropped.

So, the current number one martial powerhouse in Dragon Country really was Master Monk.

Moreover, legend says Master Monk's feet are especially formidable, capable of kicking a 200-kilogram person flying.

Everyone gasped in admiration.

You can't judge a book by its cover. So, experts all have such unique personalities.

With such extraordinary leg strength, no wonder the director invited him.

I wonder how the director managed to invite someone so powerful?

While everyone was still in shock, they saw Monk raise his right foot, and the soccer ball flew up with a “shua.”

Everyone looked up, their eyes following the soccer ball closely.

The ball went straight up, finally stopping less than a meter from the ceiling.

Now everyone was agitated.

If what they looked up just now were legends, Monk's current demonstration was the real deal.

“Damn, Master Monk is seriously amazing! If the roof wasn't so high, he probably would have kicked right through it.”

“Is this level of strength even real? That's incredible!”

“As expected of the publicly acknowledged number one in martial power and leg strength in Dragon Country. Amazing, amazing!”

At this moment, even Bliss, who was instructing the actors on the other side, gaped, letting out a startled exclamation.

“Oh, Holy Cow!”

“Did this guy take drugs?”

“Wait, even if he took drugs, that height would be difficult to reach, right?”

The actors helped explain.

“Teacher Bliss, Master Monk didn't take drugs just now; he was eating cigarette butts.”

“And he used real skill, our Dragon Country Kung Fu!”

Bliss nodded.

“Oh, Dragon Country Kung Fu.”

“Truly deserving of its reputation!”

Monk withdrew his stance, pulled out another cigarette, and lit it.

The corner of his mouth lifted as he routinely praised himself.

“Not bad, truly a pair of good feet.”

“They've improved significantly compared to a few days ago.”

“A joyous occasion.”

While Monk was rapidly smoking with “bada bada” sounds, it was Lin Pei's turn to receive instruction.

Monk paused when he saw Lin Pei.

If he remembered correctly, shouldn't this person be Star Lord's elder brother and the male lead of this movie?

Naturally, he should be the one receiving the training first, but seeing that there were only a few people left behind him, why was he still waiting until the end?

What a joke.

Does Big Brother need to queue?

Monk tossed his cigarette butt and asked in confusion.

“Patron, why are you also queuing up?”

Lin Pei looked up from the script, looking slightly confused.

What did he mean? Didn't he tell them to queue?

The crowd started murmuring.

“Oh, Big Brother must be afraid his leg strength isn't good enough and that he'll embarrass himself in public, which is why he chose to go last.”

“I understand, I understand. To help ease his embarrassment, a few of us even cut in front of him just now.”

“Didn't they say Director Big Brother had great leg strength? Was the Director just unilaterally hyping him up?”

“Ah, actually, Big Brother doesn't need to worry. Our skill level is very low. Just compare yourself to us, don't compare yourself to Master Monk, the Temple's number one.”

“Cough... Is it possible that he's doing this because his leg strength is even weaker than ours?”

“No way, is Big Brother's martial power that weak? Then how did he become Director Big Brother?”

“...”

Stephen Chow, who had been squatting nearby, was also awed by Monk's skill.

Heavens, he really is an expert, able to kick that high!

But after a second thought, he became confused again.

Master Monk kicked several tens of meters high, but Big Brother previously kicked eight hundred meters far.

This Master Monk is the number one martial powerhouse in Dragon Country.

Doesn't that mean his own Big Brother is unbeatable?

Hiss!

No way?!

Or is kicking high much harder, requiring many times the strength of kicking horizontally?

Seeing that it was Big Brother's turn to receive instruction, he immediately stepped forward and answered Monk's question on behalf of Lin Pei.

“Master Monk, you don't know something.”

“Big Brother is queuing because his leg strength is excellent and he doesn't need much instruction.”

“You just need to help standardize his movements.”

Everyone nodded in mutual understanding.

The director still has high emotional intelligence; he saved Big Brother's face.

But no matter how well he speaks, won't everything be exposed once Big Brother demonstrates?

Hearing this, Monk observed Lin Pei again.

“If that's the case, Patron, shall we begin now?”

Lin Pei closed the script and casually rolled it up.

“Oh, thank you for your trouble.”

Since the person standing before him was the male lead and Director Big Brother, Monk did not just shout instructions this time, but personally performed the demonstration.

“Patron, follow me.”

“Sink your body into a bow stance, channel your Qi to your Dantian...”

“Focus your attention on your toes, quickly lift your foot, and kick it out with a ‘peng’!”

With Lin Pei's current physical condition, performing these movements was effortless, not tiring at all.

In fact, it felt quite comfortable.

The crowd squinted their eyes.

“I didn't expect Director Big Brother's movements to be so standard, looking comfortable and fluid.”

“Indeed, he has the aura of a grandmaster.”

“Hmm, I have to say, although Big Brother's martial power isn't great, his body is very agile.”

“However, it's hard to say how Big Brother's leg strength is. Surely it can't be stronger than ours, right?”

“Ah, we'll know soon enough. He's about to kick.”