66: Chapter 66 Forced to Start "Live Teaching": Posture and Breathing

The copper lock of the training hall hadn't even been secured when the alarm of the Global Martial Arts System pierced the morning silence. Chen Wu's tactical tablet suddenly lit up automatically, with red signals flashing on the screen to form the words "Forced Teaching." The livestream room was instantly flooded with thirty million viewers—the System backend indicated that this was a mandatory task of the "Special Talent Cultivation Program," and refusing to execute it would freeze all point privileges.

"It's the Gray Shadow Organization's doing!" Lin Mo's fingertips moved frantically across the tablet, attempting to crack the System lock. "They hacked into the secondary permissions of the Global Martial Arts System and are forcing you to broadcast under the guise of a 'Legacy Mission'!" The youth suddenly pulled up a real-time data stream, his expression turning grave. "Worse yet, they've pushed the livestream to the terminals of all gene-modified individuals with the title 'Exclusive Secrets of the Tomb Guardian.' They're clearly trying to lure the snake out of its hole."

Grandpa Wang's tobacco pipe struck sparks against the bronze statue. The old man fished out a rust-covered radio from under the offering table and tuned it to a secret frequency. "In 1967, a group of rebels did the same thing, forcing an old boxing master to go public with his manual, but they actually wanted to find faults for a struggle session." He turned the tuning knob, and amidst the sizzling static, Morse code from the Special Incident Response Department mixed in: "Cooperate with the livestream. We have already deployed our forces. Be careful to identify any modified individuals among the audience."

Chen Wu's Qi Energy spread along the tablet, as blue-gold energy flows formed a defensive array on the screen. A hidden icon suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the livestream, visible only to certified devices of the Special Incident Response Department—this was the "Qi Energy Watermark" he had just learned last night, capable of marking the IP addresses of suspicious viewers in real-time. "Since we can't avoid it, I'll teach something real." His gaze fell on the beginners' queue next to the wooden dummy. "Stance and breathing are the roots of traditional martial arts, and they are the best touchstones to distinguish real Martial Artists from fakes."

The moment the livestream officially began, the bullet chat flooded the screen like a tide. "Finally, the basic class!" "What's there to learn about standing? Hurry up and teach us how to fight!" "I'm a modified person, can I practice this?" The most glaring one was an anonymous comment: "I heard the Tomb Guardian's breathing technique can neutralize the side effects of Genetic Medicine. If you hold back today, don't blame us for being unkind." The attached location showed an abandoned factory in the west of the city, precisely one of the Gray Shadow Organization's hideouts.

An encrypted message from the Chief of the Execution Division popped up just in time: "17 high-risk IPs have been locked; they are all recently missing modified individuals." On her tactical map, blue dots representing SWAT teams were quietly surrounding these locations. "The Director said to go ahead with your teaching; they will give you a signal when it's time to close the net." The pattern of the bronze token flashed at the end of the message, like a promise of an infallible backup.

Chen Wu's feet stood firm on the bluestone slabs, his Qi Energy sinking into his Dantian along his ankles. What seemed like an ordinary Horse Stance actually stirred layers of ripples on the ground—blue-gold energy flowed out from his yongquan points, forming a rotating taiji diagram beneath his feet. "Today, I will first teach the 'Three-Body Stance'," his voice amplified by Qi Energy, clearly reaching every viewer's ears. "Don't look down on this stance. Only those who can stand firm for three minutes are considered to have touched the threshold of traditional martial arts."

The livestream screen automatically switched to an anatomical diagram. On the diagram of Chen Wu's skeletal structure, red lines marked the pressure points: "The tailbone should sink like a plumb weight, the knees should point in the same direction as the toes, and the top of the head should feel as if pulled by a thread." As he slightly adjusted his center of gravity, the pressure values on the diagram shifted instantly, and the originally scattered force suddenly converged into a smooth curve. "This is the foundation of 'Integrated Strength,' using the stance to link the strength of the entire body together."

The skeptical voices in the bullet chat gradually turned into amazement. "I've practiced Sanda for three years, and I started shaking after standing for just one minute!" "Look at the pressure map! His center of gravity is always in the center, that's incredible!" "Finally, I understand why those thugs couldn't push him last time!" Chen Wu noticed that the anonymous IP from the abandoned factory kept sending requests for close-ups, focusing particularly on the exertion details of the waist and neck—these two areas were precisely the energy weaknesses of gene-modified individuals.

Lin Mo suddenly cut the feed of a specific viewer to the main screen. It was a modified individual in a wheelchair whose spine had been severely deformed by Genetic Medicine, yet he was struggling to use his arms to support himself to stand. "His name is Ah Ming," the youth's voice choked with emotion. "Last week in the livestream, he said he wanted to stand up to protect his sister, so he specifically waited in front of the screen today."

Chen Wu's Qi Energy suddenly formed a 3D projection on the livestream screen. He broke down the Three-Body Stance into seven steps, each movement coordinated with Qi Energy guidance: "Start practicing the upper body while sitting in the wheelchair. Imagine your shoulders are hugging a balloon; expand your chest when inhaling, and sink your shoulders when exhaling." The blue-gold energy flow moved across the virtual human body, precisely avoiding the damaged spine. "Remember, traditional martial arts are about conforming to the body, not forcibly opposing it."

The most shocking change occurred half an hour later. Ah Ming's fingers could suddenly lift slightly, and faint fingerprints appeared on the wheelchair armrests. The livestream camera captured the glint of tears in his eyes: "I feel it... it's like there's a warm current in my back..." Viewers worldwide watched this disabled young man clumsily imitating the breathing rhythm in front of the screen, as the "Keep going" messages in the bullet chat turned into a golden ocean.

The anonymous IP from the abandoned factory suddenly sent a video clip. In the footage, over a dozen modified individuals were standing in the stance as Chen Wu instructed, while their leader held a gun to monitor them: "Remember it all clearly! Especially the breathing rhythm!" Chen Wu's "Listening Energy" captured the sound of metal friction in the video's background, and combined with the Qi Energy fluctuations, he judged—there was a large centrifuge there, refining Shadow Beast toxins.

"Breathing must coordinate with the stance," Chen Wu suddenly emphasized, his Qi Energy popping up a warning box on the livestream screen. "Press your tongue against the roof of your mouth when inhaling, and focus your intent on the Dantian when exhaling. You must never hold your breath." His gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, looking directly at those modified individuals forced to learn. "If you feel chest tightness, adjust immediately; forcing the Qi will damage your internal organs."

Grandpa Wang's tobacco pipe tapped beside him. The old man suddenly shouted with Internal Strength, "Add a 'Guarding the Aperture'!" His Qi Energy resonated with Chen Wu's taiji diagram. "Imagine a ball of fire in your Dantian; contract it when inhaling, and release it when exhaling. This can protect your Origin Qi!" This reminder seemed ordinary, but it precisely countered the plot to accelerate the onset of toxins by holding one's breath—the Grey Shadow leader was indeed forcing the modified individuals to hold their breath while exerting force.

In the afternoon, the teaching transitioned to breathing techniques. Chen Wu's palm held a white magnolia petal, which rose and fell gently with his breath: "The breathing of traditional martial arts emphasizes being 'fine, long, even, and deep,' like a spring breeze brushing over a petal—seemingly soft, yet enduring." As he inhaled, the petal rose slightly; as he exhaled, the petal slowly sank, always maintaining a stable frequency. "This is different from the explosive power of genetic modification; it is the steady, long-flowing Internal Strength."

The livestream data suddenly showed an anomaly. Over fifty thousand modified individuals were online simultaneously, with seventy percent of them showing disordered Qi Energy fluctuations. Lin Mo's tablet popped up a warning from the Special Incident Response Department: "The Gray Shadow Organization is injecting them with stimulant drugs to force you to demonstrate deeper breathing techniques!" On the tactical map, the energy indices of the 17 high-risk points were soaring, threatening to explode at any moment.

"Next, I will teach a variation of 'Turtle Breathing'." Chen Wu's breathing suddenly slowed, and blue-gold Qi Energy formed a transparent cocoon around him. "When encountering danger, inhale for four seconds, hold for two seconds, and exhale for six seconds; this can quickly calm disordered blood and Qi." He specifically enlarged the vascular diagram of the neck. "Pay particular attention here. If you feel an abnormal pulse, immediately press the carotid artery with your thumb and coordinate with three breaths."

The livestream feed from the abandoned factory suddenly shook. Ah Ming's twin sister was tied up next to the centrifuge, and the leader of the modified individuals held up a syringe threateningly: "Chen Wu! If you hold back again, I'll inject her with the enhancer!" The girl struggled stubbornly, shouting the Three-Body Stance formulas her brother had taught her: "Tailbone sinking... head suspended..."

Chen Wu's Qi Energy instantly locked onto the target. The blue-gold energy flow spread along the livestream signal, forming a miniature peace lock in the surveillance blind spot of the factory—this was a hidden technique of the "Tomb-Guarding Beast Breathing Technique," capable of temporarily shielding the activity of toxins. "Watch closely, this is the final move." His breathing rhythm suddenly changed; his inhalation sounded like a dragon's roar, and his exhalation like a tiger's howl. The Qi Energy cocoon around him suddenly exploded. "Remember this frequency; it can deter evil in times of crisis!"

The action signal from the Special Incident Response Department lit up simultaneously. Numerous blue dots suddenly appeared in the corner of the livestream screen. The moment the SWAT teams burst through the doors, all the modified individuals reflexively assumed the Three-Body Stance—not to attack, but to protect their Dantian with the stance as Chen Wu had taught. When the Grey Shadow leader raised his gun to fire, Ah Ming suddenly lunged from his wheelchair, using the newly learned Turtle Breathing to hold his breath and withstand the impact of the rubber bullets.

The most dramatic reversal came from the girl tied next to the centrifuge. She took advantage of the chaos to kick over the medicine rack. The moment the toxic liquid splashed on the ground, the girl actually used her foot to draw a taiji diagram on the floor—it was exactly the Qi Energy trajectory she had seen in the livestream. Though weak, it caused the toxic liquid to temporarily lose its activity. "My brother said standing in the stance can grow roots!" When she shouted this toward the camera, the bullet chat of the global audience froze for three seconds.

Chen Wu's livestream ended as the SWAT teams cleared the scene. The final frame lingered on the moment Ah Ming was carried onto the ambulance; the disabled modified individual was still muttering the breathing formulas, tightly clutching a blue-gold flower petal in his hand—which Chen Wu had "sent" through the screen using Qi Energy. The System showed the final viewership exceeded 500 million, setting a record for the highest viewership of a single livestream in human history.

The moonlight over the training hall carried a faint scent of medicine. Lin Mo's tablet was tallying the gains: "17 hideouts were raided, 237 modified individuals were rescued, 89 of whom were able to protect themselves using the Three-Body Stance." The youth's fingertips brushed over the recovery data of the Ah Ming siblings. "The Special Incident Response Department said the breathing technique you taught increased toxin clearance efficiency by 40%. Elder Zhou wants to incorporate it into the rehabilitation protocol."

Grandpa Wang hung a newly carved peace lock on the wooden dummy. Each lock plate was engraved with symbols of breathing rhythms: "In 1953, I was on the Korean battlefield, and I relied on this breath to hold out against the US military's gas bombs." The old man's pipe pointed at the bullet chat in the livestream replay. "Look at these comments. The common people don't want abilities like flying or tunneling; they want real things that can save lives."

An encrypted channel from the Chief of the Execution Division brought a letter of thanks from the Director. Attached was a photo of his grandfather's teaching notes from 1987, in which the eight characters "Stance like a pine, breathing like a spring" were exactly the same as Chen Wu's teaching content today. "He was also forced to go public with the breathing technique back then," the annotation read. "He said the best defense is letting more people learn how to defend. You've done it."

Chen Wu's Qi Energy flowed into the tactical tablet, permanently archiving today's teaching video. The Global Martial Arts System automatically generated a "Civilian Defense Guide," listing the Three-Body Stance and Turtle Breathing as mandatory content, with downloads exceeding 1 billion within two hours. As he stood in the courtyard practicing the Tomb-Guarding Beast Breathing Technique, his blue-gold Qi Energy resonated with the countless breathing rhythms being imitated across the globe, like a grand chorus spanning national borders.

Late at night, there were still people practicing the stance at the entrance of the alley. The Flower Girl's Three-Body Stance carried the scent of flowers, Officer Zhang's stance showed the rigor of a soldier, and even Scarface was learning with decent form. Their breathing sounds intertwined into a unique rhythm under the moonlight, echoing Chen Wu in the training hall—this was perhaps the best outcome of the forced livestream: not demonstrating how profound his martial arts were, but making every ordinary person believe that they too could possess the power to protect.

Chen Wu looked at the message from Ah Ming on his tablet: "The doctor says there's hope for me to stand up, and my sister wants to take you as her master." In the attached photo, the two children were practicing imperfect taiji diagrams in the hospital room, with sunlight spilling over them through the window, looking very much like the blue-gold trajectories on the training hall floor. He suddenly understood that so-called Legacy is about turning a stance into faith and breathing into hope, so that in every forced moment, the flowers of freedom can bloom.

Just like the last frame of the livestream replay, the global audience's bullet chat formed a giant peace lock, with the words written in the middle: "Thank you, Master Chen. We have learned how to stand." This was perhaps more precious than any point reward; it was the best response to the "forced livestream"—true traditional martial arts are never afraid of being seen, because light itself is the most powerful defense.