89: Chapter 86: Practicing External Strength is a Path to Death

"Mr. Peterman! If I recall correctly, our production team hired you and paid you a large sum of dollars to ensure our personal safety, not for you to act beyond the scope of your duties just to satisfy your own ideas!"

Professor Tom, a white old man who was somewhat bald and had a few gray hairs, pushed up his glasses and said with an unhappy expression.

"Furthermore, Mr. Peterman, I regret to inform you that you are fired. I will notify your company, and our company will pay the corresponding breach of contract fee. Additionally, out of humanitarian considerations, we will send you to the hospital!"

Hearing these words, Peterman was so angry he could almost vomit blood, yet there was absolutely nothing wrong with what the other party said.

This was indeed trouble he had brought upon himself for no reason, but why? Why did it end up like this?

All the Chinese people I encountered while executing missions abroad were supposed to be pushovers, so how is it that a random young man here is so capable of fighting?

Peterman's mind was full of questions, but he would no longer get any answers to them.

Because he had already been rushed to the nearby city for treatment by a dark-skinned security guard driving the SUV he had arrived in.

"Alright, now that Peterman has been sent away, this is my fault. I didn't expect the PMC company I hired to be so unreliable, sigh!"

Professor Howard, who was in the crowd, sighed. He was also a white old man who looked to be about sixty years old, but compared to Tom, his build was more robust.

"It's fine. Although he was an idiot, he let us witness real Chinese Kung Fu, didn't he?"

As they spoke, Tom and Howard couldn't help but look at each other and smile knowingly.

"It's a pity that we didn't take the equipment out just now; otherwise, this would have been the best footage. And this is only our first stop and first day in China. If this gimmick gets out, I believe our show will definitely explode in popularity!"

Indeed, on the first day of their first stop in China, they had encountered a Kung Fu master. In just a few moves, he had taken down the professional PMC they had hired for hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

The opponent had even left very easily, without shedding a drop of sweat. In contrast, Peterman, a 1.9-meter-tall strong man, was panting like an ox by the end of the fight. The difference in skill was immediately apparent.

"Yes, it is quite a pity, but we have already decided to stay here. I believe we will encounter even more amazing Kung Fu masters!" Professor Howard said.

And this was also the thought of every member of the film crew.

You see, the random Chinese youth they encountered was a hidden Kung Fu master, which suggests that this place might be a secluded retreat like the one belonging to the White-Browed Daoist in Director Tarantino's movie.

There are many, many more hidden Kung Fu masters here!

Yes! It must be!

Li Changsheng was unaware of the film crew's excitement; he had already arrived at Qiang Zi's fish pond.

As a streamer, Qiang Zi's efficiency was not very high because he didn't have a team. Furthermore, construction using purely manual carpentry was time-consuming, and since he was alone, one could imagine the difficulty.

"You're ready to install the main beam? Let's do this together!"

Seeing that Gao Qiang was preparing to pull the main beam up using a rope-tugging method, Li Changsheng quickly said.

"Brother Changsheng, you really don't need to. I'm using an old carpentry method; it works very well, and one person can do it."

Gao Qiang still didn't want the delicate-looking Li Changsheng to come up and help.

However, he didn't know that Li Changsheng only looked delicate on the surface; in reality, his hands were already covered in calluses, all of which were trained from hitting sandbags.

Furthermore, after entering the stage of Martial Fire Qi circulation in the Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing, Li Changsheng's muscles and tendons had undergone a qualitative leap. Blocking sharp blades or stabs certainly wouldn't work yet, and bullets were even less possible.

However, when the force control was just right, and Qi was channeled to the corresponding part, it could demonstrate the effect of being impervious to swords and spears.

To put it bluntly, it was just like the performance of Hard Qigong.

According to Li Changsheng's research, Hard Qigong is generally divided into the Martial Training Method and the Literary Training Method.

However, Li Changsheng estimated that the Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing didn't actually belong to either of these, but rather a third type, which is the Hard Training Method of Hard Qigong.

It sounds a bit convoluted, but it is actually similar to Shaolin Body-Striking Qigong, where one uses wooden sticks and boards to daily strike the chest, back, arms, legs, etc., until the sticks break and the boards shatter.

There is also sand-piercing, practicing Hard Qigong palm techniques, and the like.

Li Changsheng felt it was somewhat related, because the main point of this stuff was still internally training one breath of Qi, but the effect achieved was similar to Hard Qigong.

As for the Martial Training Method, it followed the path of Boxing, constantly striking sandbags and wooden posts to hone the fists, elbows, and legs needed for fighting.

The Literary Training Method is barely even considered Hard Qigong; its main point is focused on practicing Boxing. Once you have trained your power to the right level, it counts as success in the Literary Training.

It could be said that Li Changsheng now possessed a half-baked level of Hard Qigong, and with 8 points of stamina, he was not lacking at all. He had extremely strong force-application techniques, and as long as he found the right way to work, he would not be inferior to those who had been working for years.

Seeing that he couldn't dissuade him, Gao Qiang let Li Changsheng be.

Li Changsheng had seen Gao Qiang do carpentry work before. Now, with the foundation of Foundation Establishment, his control over his body was extremely strong. He easily climbed onto the roof and, with Gao Qiang, each pulled one end of the rope and began to exert force to pull the roof beam up.

As one of the main load-bearing objects, the weight of the roof beam was self-evident. If Gao Qiang had done it alone, it would have been time-consuming and laborious.

Once Li Changsheng lent a hand, he found it much easier.

"Brother Changsheng, your strength has really increased in the few years I haven't seen you. I didn't expect that someone who works in an office so often, and has only been practicing martial arts for such a short time, would have changed so much?"

Gao Qiang was very surprised; he could feel that the other end was being pulled with the strength of two or three people.

"What? Looking down on your Brother Changsheng?" Li Changsheng said with a laugh and a scolding tone.

"Hehe, that's not it. It's just that your Kung Fu looks quite impressive."

Gao Qiang was telling the truth. Leaving aside the ability to kill people, having this much strength in just a few years was not something that could be achieved by just practicing casually.

He had worked on construction sites for so many years and hadn't become a strongman.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you, but your foundation is too poor, so I will teach you Health-preserving Qigong. Conditioning your body is better than anything else, don't you think?"

Gao Qiang's body was indeed not in great shape. He looked quite sturdy and had a lot of strength, but due to years of hard labor, his body had accumulated quite a few hidden ailments.

As far as Li Changsheng knew, Hard Qigong and Visible Power are a path to death.

With Gao Qiang's many years of heavy labor, even without practicing Hard Qigong, it had an effect similar to it. Plus, he often ate at construction sites and was malnourished.

For this kind of person to learn martial arts, the progress is slow, and they die quickly.

"Alright then, Brother Changsheng, when you have time, teach me some Health-preserving Qigong!"

Hearing this, Gao Qiang said very seriously. He had also heard that the villagers had been practicing some kind of Qigong recently with quite good results, and his wife had also been interested in learning it lately.