306: Chapter 303 The Combination of Thunder Magic and Kung Fu?

"Muscles and bones resonating together! Internal organs resonating, Daoist Thunder Method?" Peter Guo felt a surge of horror in his heart.

He could be considered a veteran expert in Chinese ancient studies, especially regarding martial arts, where he would trace the Origin of everything from Shaolin to Wudang.

It was no wonder others said he had a screw loose. While others watched anime just for fun, this guy, whether watching anime or reading Wuxia novels, was always thinking about how to recreate it in reality.

At this moment, he felt that Li Changsheng's move was unstoppable. If his fingers collided with the opponent's, at best he would suffer broken bones, and at worst, broken bones and severed tendons.

He immediately analyzed that Li Changsheng's move was unstoppable; if they clashed, his hand would be broken, resulting in severed tendons and fractured bones.

In legends, one who could strike with the rolling sound of thunder and wield the power to subdue demons and monsters could be called an Immortal Master.

Take a certain anime, for example; it wasn't entirely fictional. Their Yin and Yang Thunder Method and Golden Light Incantation, while essentially being part of the Dao of talismans, could certainly be called legendary.

But if analyzed through martial arts, there was an explanation. For instance, when Kung Fu is practiced to the level where thunder sounds upon striking, that is one such example; the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound is the same.

It is the same when practicing Standing Stake; even someone who has only just started will experience all sorts of reactions.

For example, incessant burping, flatulence, or a runny nose and streaming eyes—these are normal phenomena that need not be heeded.

But how would the ancients understand these things?

Take the Toad-Fishing Skill; when circulating Qi, the cheeks and belly would emit a sound like a golden toad croaking.

To ordinary people in the past, this seemed very miraculous.

And these miraculous events, passed down by word of mouth among ancient villagers and distorted through retelling, gradually changed in nature and became the templates for many later xianxia novels.

But practicing Kung Fu to the level where a strike carries the sound of thunder is truly miraculous.

Peter Guo's expression changed in horror. He quickly changed his fingers into a palm and retracted it rapidly, while simultaneously retreating half a step. He then slid to the side. This move was somewhat like a whip; he treated his whole body as a whip, using the body's rotation to pull his arm away rapidly. The speed was extremely fast, just enough to dodge Li Changsheng's whipping strike.

"Master Li! You didn't have this level of Kung Fu just a moment ago!"

Putting some distance between them, Peter Guo looked solemn. His eyes were locked on Li Changsheng, his face a complex mix of surprise, astonishment, and the feeling of having almost been tricked by this sly old fox.

At this moment, everyone who had clearly seen the swift scene through the close-up camera was left dumbfounded.

Everyone had watched every match where Li Changsheng defended the arena carefully. However, because Li Changsheng's strikes were so fast, some laymen only watched for the spectacle and couldn't see the underlying mystery at all.

Although there had been some wind sounds like air explosions, they were far from the clear, low, rumbling thunder-like sounds of dark clouds gathering as seen now. Moreover, through the loudspeaker, this rolling thunder sound was even more pronounced, truly giving people the feeling of a thunderclap on a clear day.

"Brother Jie, do you know what this is? We never saw this stuff back in Kowloon City. How come it sounds like thunder?"

At this moment, on the viewing platform, Brother Hong and Brother Dragon were both watching this scene with faces full of confusion and bewilderment.

At this moment, the roles had reversed; the laymen were still watching the spectacle, but the experts couldn't even see the trick to it.

Brother Jie was also rubbing his chin, lost in thought, his head tilted slightly, his brows still tightly knitted.

"Logically, this should be the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, but the normal Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound doesn't have such a loud volume. I have also learned about Wudang's Toad-Fishing Skill, but the sound emitted by the Toad-Fishing Skill is more subtle and also doesn't have such great momentum.

It's a bit like the Daoist Palm Thunder, but as far as I know, the Palm Thunder is almost lost, and it's a type of palm or claw technique related to aerodynamics. Yet, I haven't seen Master Li use any such techniques.

Strange, strange. Perhaps it's just because I'm not a Great Master. Chinese Kung Fu is profound and vast; back when the country was founded, the various martial arts collected and compiled numbered in the hundreds or thousands.

If you count the minor techniques and secret arts of various major sects, there are even more. It's normal that I don't know."

Brother Jie shook his head; he had seen too many things he didn't understand tonight. One more or one less didn't matter; it didn't matter anymore.

However, Brother Hong and Brother Dragon still felt like a cat was scratching at their hearts. They were the type who knew a little Kung Fu, but not much, yet they were martial arts enthusiasts and figures in the film industry.

Seeing such miraculous skills, they even had thoughts of making a series of films in their minds, so naturally, they wanted to understand a bit more.

Brother Dragon couldn't help but look at Zhou Guoli, who was sitting a seat away.

"Mr. Zhou, you have a friendship with Master Li. Do you know what kind of Kung Fu this is?" Brother Dragon asked very sincerely.

His gaze was full of anticipation, but Zhou Guoli just shook his head.

"I don't know."

The answer was very crisp; how would he know? He was a military man himself. Although he came from a reputable background, he was far from being a descendant of a famous sect, even though he could access and read a large number of martial arts Secret Manuals.

But in his view, this move of Li Changsheng's was equivalent to a lost ancient method.

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"Master Zhang, you don't even know this, do you?" At this moment, in the lounge backstage, Chen Youcai looked at Zhang Zhao beside him with a strange expression.

Now he habitually looked at Zhang Zhao. There was no other way; if this were an exam, Li Changsheng, the question-setter, was completely at the professor level, and he, a primary school student, only wanted to say, "Coach, this question is too hard."

Meeting Old Chen's gaze, Zhang Zhao felt pressure for the first time. Damn it, this Old Chen really knew how to push his buttons; he really treated him like a search engine. Knowing everything he asked.

However, this could be considered reaping what he sowed. Recalling the little details from just a moment ago, he organized his thoughts, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about how to bluff his way through.

"Ahem, this... right, did you notice? When Master Li struck just now, there was a very subtle detail of him coughing and making a sound in his throat."

"So?" Chen Youcai's expression was strange, as if saying, "Keep making it up, go ahead."

However, at this moment, the more Zhang Zhao spoke, the clearer his train of thought became. Combining it with the logic of Wuxia novels, he actually managed to sort out a coherent thread.

"It's like this: Master Li's chest vibration is the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, and his cheeks had a distinct feeling of contraction and bulging, which has a hint of the Toad-Fishing Skill. Looking at the breath he lifted in his chest and abdomen, as well as that low shout, I think this might be the lost Lions Roar Skill."

Zhang Zhao said calmly, his face composed. Old Chen opened his mouth wide; for a moment, he really couldn't refute it, as the other party had logic and evidence.

"But... but why did this move make Peter Guo so afraid? Logically speaking, it's just for intimidation, right?" Chen Youcai said with a smile.

"This... this..." Zhang Zhao was slightly tongue-tied, then his eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Isn't this the way of the Southern Fist? Using sound to urge force, and it also has the effect of Internal Martial Arts using Qi to guide force."