169: Chapter 169: The Su Family Martial Arts, the Fist Wind Shocks the Crowd

The roar of the fighter jets completely vanished into the horizon, leaving faint red and blue smoke trails over Su Family Village, like medals left behind by the sky.

The cheers on the ancestral hall square gradually subsided, but they carried a lingering excitement; everyone's face was flushed with agitation, and even their breathing trembled slightly.

Su Bowen walked to the broadcast station in front of the ancestral hall and cleared his throat.

His slightly raspy but powerful voice spread throughout the village via the loudspeaker, instantly drowning out the remaining noise:

"Guests, relatives, and friends! The fighter jet performance just now was the country's recognition of our Su Family's sons, and even more so, a tribute to all the heroes who protect our home and country!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd in the square, his voice carrying an irrepressible pride: "Our Su Family has inherited the ancestral instruction of 'loyalty and bravery passed down through generations' for hundreds of years. We can use the pen to bring peace to the world and take up arms to stabilize the realm!"

"Today, taking advantage of this joyous occasion, the younger generation of our Su Family also wants to show everyone a trick—next, the disciples of the Su Clan will present a performance of 'Su Family Boxing' to let everyone see the spirit of our Su Family!"

"Good!" A thunderous cheer immediately erupted from the crowd; the emotions just now shaken by the fighter jets instantly found a new outlet.

The live stream camera immediately focused on the open space in front of the ancestral hall—it had already been cleared, and more than thirty Su Family disciples dressed in uniform training clothes were standing in formation.

Among them were teenagers of fifteen or sixteen, young and middle-aged men in their thirties, and even a few girls with ponytails. Every one of them stood with a straight back and clear eyes, exuding a steadiness that belied their age.

"Finally!" The streamer in the Hanfu from before excitedly adjusted the camera. "I heard this morning that the Su Family was going to perform martial arts. I thought it might be canceled because the fighter jets stole the spotlight!"

The bullet comments instantly flooded the screen:

"Su Family Boxing? Is it the kind Xiao Budian was practicing just now?"

"Look at this posture, it's not simple! Every one of them is standing like a javelin!"

"I've seen that ponytail girl! This morning when moving tables, she was walking like the wind while carrying a solid wood Eight Immortals Table by herself!"

"My grandfather said true traditional martial arts emphasize 'Practicing Qi' and aren't just for show! I hope the Su Family doesn't disappoint!"

Su Bowen nodded to the lined-up disciples and shouted loudly, "Opening Stance!"

More than thirty people cupped their fists simultaneously, left hand in front, right hand behind, palms facing each other. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, even the swing of their sleeves was exactly the same.

"Ha!" With a collective shout, everyone stepped out with their right foot at the same time, sinking into a steady horse stance. The bluestone ground seemed to tremble slightly from the impact.

The first move, "Open the Door to See the Mountain," featured sharp fist wind aimed straight ahead, but the momentum was suddenly halted an inch from the ground. The resulting gust of wind swept up fallen leaves from the floor, swirling them in the air before they slowly drifted down.

"Good!" Someone in the crowd who knew their stuff immediately shouted in praise.

The members of the War Eagle Squad watched without blinking.

Monkey rubbed his chin, clicking his tongue in wonder: "That horse stance is steady enough! It's more standard than the assessments for the scouts in our unit!"

Da Xiong nodded in agreement: "Look at their breathing rhythm—exhaling when punching and inhaling when retracting. It's exactly the same as the Ancient Breathing Technique Zhou Mo mentioned!"

Zhou Mo's gaze fell on a young girl in the group—she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her punches were full of power, and the sound of the wind they created was clearly audible.

He suddenly remembered the scene he saw this morning: this young girl kicked a wooden post, and the post, as thick as a bowl's mouth, actually shook.

"It's not just for show," Zhou Mo said in a low voice. "Their way of exerting force is very special; it drives the limbs from the waist and abdomen—a typical Internal Martial Arts style."

The performance continued.

"Su Qin Carries the Sword," "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane," "Double Peaks Piercing the Ears"... set after set of boxing techniques flowed like water. The moves weren't flashy, but every strike showed true skill.

The movements of the thirty-plus people looked as if they were cast from the same mold. The arc of their flying sleeves when they turned was identical, as if they had practiced thousands of times.

When they performed "Sweep of a Thousand Armies," everyone kicked out at the same time. The gust of wind created by their trouser legs converged, actually blowing the hair of the front-row audience backward.

"My god! Such power!" A reporter in the front row subconsciously took a step back, almost losing their grip on the camera.

The bullet comments in the live stream room completely exploded:

"That leg technique just now! I paused to look! The top of the foot was as stiff as a steel plate!"

"Look at the ground! Where they landed, there are faint white marks on the bluestone! Those were worn down by their heels!"

"My dad is a martial arts coach! He says this is definitely Tongzi Gong! You can't strike with this kind of momentum without twenty years of foundation!"

"That young man in white! When he clenches his fists, the veins on the back of his hands don't even pop! This is keeping the power hidden within the bones!"

The performance reached its climax, and the thirty-plus disciples suddenly changed formation, circling around the ancestral hall.

With Su Bowen's command of "Combine," everyone punched into the void simultaneously, producing a unified "bang" that sounded like muffled thunder rolling across the square.

'Gathering Qi Punch'!

Although Su Han didn't like practicing martial arts as a child, he knew the mnemonics of the Su Family Fist Technique by heart.

This "Gathering Qi Punch" emphasizes "one person as a point, many people as a plane," converging everyone's internal energy. It looks like a performance, but it's actually a drill for team combat coordination—

Just like soldiers on a battlefield, they must be brave in individual combat and even more so understand how to fight in coordination.

In the center of the circle, an old man with white hair and a white beard suddenly stepped out of the formation.

He wore a faded white training uniform and had a thin frame, but his back was as straight as a rod. He was the same Clan Elder who had demonstrated Hard Qigong this morning.

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I had some matters to attend to during the day, so I rushed to update today's chapter first! The next update will be at midnight tomorrow night.