20: Chapter 20 Wang Hai Makes His Appearance: Leading His Team, He's Ready to Expose the "Scam"

The electronic screen at the Oriental Sports Center was playing highlights of Chen Wu's Antarctica livestream — in front of the bronze tripod, his palm pressed against the ice, glowing faintly. The schools of fish beneath the ice suddenly leaped out of the water, tracing silver arcs amidst the aurora.

The cheers of fifty thousand spectators made the dome hum, and tiny golden specks floated in the air — that was the resonance of the excited "Qi" from the Awakened.

"Brother Wu, strong electromagnetic signals detected at the northwest entrance!" came an urgent report from the technical department into Xu Hao's earpiece. "The equipment models... are military-grade spectral analyzers and high-speed cameras!"

Chen Wu had just finished guiding a blind Awakened in using "Listening Energy" to identify cards, and he paused at these words.

The playing cards in the blind person's hands suddenly moved without wind, arranging themselves into a fan shape and hovering in mid-air — this was a display of "Qi Sense" at Major Achievement, and also the most powerful rebuttal to certain doubts.

"Let them in." Chen Wu's voice was calm and waveless, his gaze sweeping over the venue entrance. "What is meant to come, will eventually come."

Three minutes later, the roar of machinery echoed from the emergency exit on the west side of the venue. The previously noisy auditorium suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned toward that direction — twenty burly men in black tactical vests pushed eight silver instruments, forming a neat matrix at the entrance.

The lenses of the instruments glinted with a cold light, like crouching beasts staring at their prey.

Professor Wang Hai walked in the center of the team, his custom suit pressed without a single wrinkle. His eyes, behind gold-rimmed glasses, scanned the entire venue before finally resting on Chen Wu.

He waved his hand, and the burly men immediately assembled the instruments into a ring. In the center, a three-meter-high holographic projection platform rose, and pale blue laser beams wove a grid in the air, turning the entire stage into a "judgment arena" from a science fiction movie.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Professor Wang Hai picked up the microphone, his voice carrying across the venue through directional speakers. "I know you all came today to see a 'miracle,' but unfortunately, I am here to debunk this 'magic.'"

The number of online viewers in the livestream instantly skyrocketed from 820 million to 870 million, and the barrage comments were torn between two voices:

"Professor Wang is finally here! The gear he brought is hardcore enough!"

"This lineup... are they going to dissect Brother Wu for research?"

"Is that a Phantom TMX 7510 on the left? 1 million frames per second, you could see a fly's wings vibrating as it flies past!"

"The guy above knows his stuff! A set of this equipment costs tens of millions; Professor Wang Hai has really invested heavily."

Professor Wang Hai snapped his fingers, and the holographic projection platform suddenly lit up. The video of Chen Wu as the 'Convenience Store God of War' was broken down into countless fragments. Red force lines marked the angle of each joint, flickering repeatedly on the virtual screen.

"Everyone, look here." Professor Wang Hai's laser pointer aimed at the moment Chen Wu kicked the yellow-haired man away. "According to Stanford University's biomechanical model, the maximum range of motion for the human hip joint is 165 degrees, but this move by Chen Wu —" the number on the screen jumped to 178 degrees, "exceeds it by 13 degrees. This isn't kung fu; it's the trace of wire-fu."

Gasps of shock echoed from the audience. Three experts in white coats immediately stepped forward, displaying a 3D reconstructed skeletal model: "We used CT scans on volunteers with a similar physique to Chen Wu, proving that without external assistance, this movement would cause a femoral head tear."

Professor Wang Hai pushed up his glasses triumphantly and pointed to a newly popped-up thermal imaging map on the screen: "Now look at his 'Qi Sense' from the Antarctica livestream — these so-called energy flows remain at a constant temperature of 36.5°C, exactly the same as human body temperature. Coincidentally, we found the same 'temperature-controlled glowing suit' on Taobao, priced at 998 yuan."

A retired MMA fighter wearing a black vest suddenly jumped onto the stage and delivered a whip kick at the dynamometer. After a dull "thud," the display jumped to "523 kg."

"This is the power of scientific training." He grinned at the camera, revealing a gum line missing a front tooth. "For that 'Hidden Energy' strike Chen Wu used to shatter granite last time, we tested it with the same type of stone; it requires at least 800 kg of impact force — but his calf circumference is 3 cm thinner than mine. Is that even possible?"

The auditorium began to stir. Fans holding up "Martial Dao Immortal" light boards and skeptics holding "Expose the Fraud to the End" signs cursed at each other across the aisle, and security personnel had to form a human wall to separate the two sides.

"Don't rush to argue." Professor Wang Hai's voice rang out again, carrying unquestionable authority. "My team has prepared three experiments; let's let the data speak for itself."

He pointed to the first instrument: "This is a quantum entanglement detector that can capture superluminal signals within 10 kilometers — if Chen Wu's 'Listening Energy' can truly perceive the vibrations of all things, it will produce a reaction."

The dust cover was removed from the second instrument, revealing a metal plate covered in fine needles: "A pressure sensor array with 500 contact points per square centimeter, capable of recording the most minute force trajectories. Didn't Chen Wu say 'force rises from the ground'? Let's see where his force actually comes from."

Finally, a transparent glass chamber appeared on the holographic platform: "A Faraday cage that can shield all electromagnetic signals. In a moment, I invite Mr. Chen Wu to enter the chamber and perform 'Qi Sense' manipulation. If the pigeons can still fly according to his will —" Professor Wang Hai paused, a cold sneer curling his lips, "I will apologize to the people of the entire country on the spot."

Chen Wu looked at the Faraday cage, and the "Qi" at his fingertips suddenly vibrated slightly. His "Listening Energy" captured an anomaly in the interlayer of the cage walls — it wasn't metal resonance, but the hum of some high-frequency sound wave generator, with a frequency that could perfectly interfere with a bird's sense of balance.

"Professor Wang Hai is very well prepared." Chen Wu walked slowly toward the center of the stage, his white practice uniform glowing softly in the laser beams. "You've even studied the physiological data of pigeons."

Professor Wang Hai's smile stiffened for half a second, then he gestured for his assistant to release the experimental carrier pigeons. Twenty white pigeons flew out of the cage and circled above the stage. "Please, Mr. Chen." He made a "please" gesture, the mockery in his tone almost overflowing. "Let's see if your 'Qi' can penetrate this layer of sheet metal."

Chen Wu did not enter the Faraday cage but instead extended his palm toward the white pigeons in the air. A wondrous thing happened — the pigeons, which had been flying in a chaotic circle, suddenly arranged themselves into a neat V-shape, flying around his fingertips with their wing-beating frequencies perfectly synchronized.

"This is just a conditioned reflex!" Professor Wang Hai shouted immediately. "He must have smeared pigeon whistle essence on his hands!"

The Chief Technology Officer immediately stepped forward and wiped Chen Wu's palms with test paper. The test results were displayed on the holographic screen: "No chemical residues found."

Professor Wang Hai's face darkened, and he waved his hand to signal the second experiment. Staff members brought over a block of granite and placed it on the pressure sensor array. "Please use your 'Hidden Energy' to shatter it." He stared into Chen Wu's eyes. "Remember not to touch the edges of the sensor, or it will be mistaken for using external force."

Chen Wu gently pressed his palm against the rock. Three seconds later, he withdrew his hand, and there was no change on the surface of the rock.

"What? Out of strength?" Professor Wang Hai's supporters began to cheer. "I told you he was a fraud!"

Chen Wu didn't speak, just blew a breath of air toward the rock.

"Crack —" The belated sound of shattering rang out, and the granite suddenly cracked from the inside. The fragments scattered evenly across the sensors, and the pressure value recorded by each contact point was identical, forming a perfect circular distribution.

The technician's pupils constricted, and his fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard: "The pressure distribution... is isotropic! This is impossible, unless the force erupted from inside the rock!"

Professor Wang Hai snatched the tablet, and the data on the screen made his breath hitch — the maximum pressure recorded by the sensors was only 120 kg, but the stress test inside the rock showed that when its structure was instantly destroyed, the energy required was equivalent to 3 kg of TNT explosives.

"It's... it's pre-planted explosives!" Professor Wang Hai's voice began to tremble. "He hid a micro-demolition device inside the rock!"

Just then, the large screen on the east side of the venue suddenly switched images. On the screen that was previously playing Chen Wu's training videos, the warehouse surveillance of Professor Wang Hai's team appeared — in the footage, technical personnel were installing the sound wave generator into the Faraday cage, with Professor Wang Hai standing to the side, pointing and directing.

"This is... our backup signal source!" Xu Hao's voice was filled with surprise. "The technical department hacked in!"

The surveillance footage continued to play: Professor Wang Hai and Rex's assistant were having a secret discussion in the laboratory, with a "Nanobot Procurement List" on the table; his legal team was forging "Awakened Injury Reports" and slipping cash to hired people; even the "scientific power generation" demonstrated by that MMA fighter was achieved by tampering with the dynamometer data.

The entire venue was in an uproar.

Professor Wang Hai's face instantly turned pale as paper, and he pointed at the screen, incoherent: "Fake! This is synthesized! Chen Wu, how dare you play dirty —"

"I am merely bringing what you hid out into the sunlight." Chen Wu's voice came through the laser grid, clear and powerful. "You say science can explain everything, but true science is never afraid of the truth."

He walked to the holographic platform, his fingertips grazing the data streams that questioned him. Wondrously, when his fingertips touched the virtual screen, all the red "flaw annotations" suddenly turned green, forming a line of ancient seal script: "The Dao is in the ants, in the weeds, in the broken tiles, in the excrement."

"These are words from 'Zhuangzi'." Chen Wu looked at the stunned audience. "The Martial Dao is not in special effects, not in data, but in the body of every ordinary person. Just like this blind friend can identify cards, just like that little girl can use 'Qi' to make ping pong balls line up — these are not magic, they are potentials that we all possess."

The instruments of Professor Wang Hai's team suddenly emitted a shrill alarm. The laser grid began to glitch, and the data on the holographic screen turned into garbled code — it was the Awakened among the fifty thousand spectators, using their own "Qi" to interfere with the electronic equipment.

"You have lost, Professor Wang Hai." Chen Wu's gaze fell on Professor Wang Hai's trembling hands. "You didn't lose because of the equipment; you lost because you dared not believe that inside the human body, there lies a power more precise than any instrument."

The number of online viewers in the livestream exceeded 900 million, and the barrage comments were flooded with golden "Martial Dao Immortal." Professor Wang Hai slumped to the ground, watching the "butcher's knife" he had meticulously prepared turn into a joke, finally understanding that what he wanted to expose was not a fraud, but a possibility he had never dared to imagine.

At the edge of the stage, Zhao Mengmeng's rabbit doll suddenly lit up with a red light, its electronic eyes capturing an anomaly outside the venue — thirty black sedans were speeding toward them, and on the license plate of the lead car, the logo of the Rex company was engraved.

Chen Wu's gaze crossed over the restless crowd and looked into the distance. He knew that Professor Wang Hai was just the vanguard; the real storm had only just begun. But at this moment, feeling the "Qi" resonating with the fifty thousand spectators within his body, he clenched his fist, and the faint light at his fingertips was brighter than ever before.

This "fraud-busting" farce would eventually become the prologue to the revival of the Martial Dao.