50: Chapter 50: Points explode! Can be redeemed for "Introduction to Ming Jin" (a martial arts skill).

When Chen Wu's training uniform was still damp with morning dew, Lin Mo rushed into the courtyard holding a tactical tablet, the teenager's sneakers making a sharp sound on the bluestone slabs. The red numbers in the center of the screen were jumping frantically, finally freezing at "999,999,999"—this was the special "Martial Arts Points" of the Bureau of Abnormal Incident Management. Last night's tipping feast had completely overloaded the System's counting module.

"Every 100 yuan tipped automatically converts to 1 point," the teenager's fingers flew across the touchscreen, bringing up a detailed list like a golden waterfall. "The tips from the global audience plus the tournament prize money, the total points have exceeded 1 billion! The System Mall has been overwhelmed!"

Chen Wu's fingertip lightly tapped the Wooden Dummy, a cyan-gold "Qi" flow traveling along the wood grain, stirring small vortices in the fist prints from a century ago. His gaze fell on the prompt box at the bottom of the tablet: "Excess points detected, unlocking special exchange item—'Brute Force Entry' (Legacy Edition)," followed by a flashing bronze icon, identical to Grandpa Wang's statue.

"This isn't an ordinary point mall." Lin Xue's holographic projection suddenly appeared in the courtyard, the tactical light on her combat uniform illuminating the data stream on the tablet. "This is a Martial Arts System developed by the Bureau of Abnormal Incident Management using 'Qi' flow technology. Points can not only be exchanged for protective gear and medicine, but also for lost Secret Manuals." In the 3D model she brought up, the point values were reorganizing in particle form, eventually condensing into a virtual Thread-bound Book.

The encrypted channel of the Global Martial Arts Alliance suddenly received a massive influx of access requests. Martial Masters from various countries were inquiring about the exchange rules for "Martial Arts Points." When they saw that "Brute Force Entry" required 100 million points, the director of a London Gym smashed his coffee cup—this number was equivalent to his total revenue for ten years. But when the slow-motion video showed how Chen Wu used "Qi" flow to guide the point conversion, all the voices of doubt turned into gasps of cold air.

The System suddenly popped up an announcement, the golden font scrolling slowly across the screen: "Points can be transferred, donated, and used to repair Ancient Martial Arts Classics." Chen Wu's finger hovered over the "Exchange" button, suddenly remembering the trembling hands of those veterans in the nursing home—when they pooled their money to tip, their cloudy eyes flickered with reverence for the Martial Dao.

"Exchange 1,000 sets of Basic Protective Gear first." Chen Wu's voice caused a slight ripple in the data stream. "Donate them specifically to Public Welfare Gyms." The moment the confirmation button was pressed, the Wooden Dummy suddenly hummed, and bits of golden light seeped from the century-old fist prints, merging into the tablet's data stream, as if an old Martial Master was silently nodding.

When Grandpa Wang's courtyard was suddenly enveloped in golden light, the old man was poking at the bronze statue with his dry tobacco pipe. When Chen Wu's tablet approached the base of the statue, the seal characters for "Combining Hardness and Softness" suddenly floated up, perfectly overlapping with the "Brute Force Entry" icon on the screen. The cover of the virtual Thread-bound Book instantly split open, revealing yellowed inner pages—the ink on them was flowing, as if an invisible pen was continuing the writing.

"This is a living manual!" The old man's reading glasses slipped to the tip of his nose as he pointed to an illustration that suddenly lit up on a certain page. "Look at the power point of this 'Crushing Fist,' it's labeled 'Qi travels three inches from the Dantian, force penetrates seven-tenths into the knuckles.' Current textbooks can't possibly write in such detail!"

In the holographic projection, the cultivation map for "Brute Force Entry" was unfolding. Unlike ordinary martial arts classics, these meridian diagrams would adjust in real-time with Chen Wu's "Qi" flow. When he assumed the starting posture of the "Cross-Strike," the red energy lines in the diagram immediately lit up, tracing the same trajectory as the fist prints on the Wooden Dummy.

"Points can be used like this?" Lin Mo suddenly exclaimed. He had accidentally touched the transfer function, and the 100,000 points in his own account actually caused an extra page of annotations to appear in the virtual manual—it was Grandpa Wang's insights on the "Mountain-Leaning Strike" from his youth, the ink carrying the scorched scent of a tobacco pouch, as if one could smell the passage of time.

The servers of the Global Martial Arts System crashed again. When Martial Masters from various countries discovered that transferring points could unlock localized annotations, the data stream instantly became a cross-border torrent: points transferred by a Japanese Karate master added a line of Japanese commentary to the wrist technique chapter of "Brute Force"; a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu champion's donation caused an Amazon rainforest totem to emerge in the grappling chapter; most miraculously, 100 points from an African Martial Artist added a tribal dance rhythm to the Basic Footwork.

When Chen Wu's fingertip brushed over the general principles of "Brute Force," a 3D image suddenly popped up from the page: a Qing Dynasty Martial Master was practicing the "Crushing Fist." At the moment of the punch, a cyan-gold trajectory identical to Chen Wu's was traced in the air. As the image overlapped with reality, Chen Wu suddenly understood—the so-called Brute Force is not raw strength, but making "Qi" visible and tangible, letting power be as fierce yet transparent as sunlight penetrating glass.

"This is the true use of points." Grandpa Wang tapped the virtual manual with his tobacco pipe. "It's not for exchanging manuals, but for letting the things of our ancestors come alive and melt into the bones of you young people." The 10,000 points he transferred caused the Martial Master in the image to suddenly turn around and bow to Chen Wu. As the hem of the long robe swept across the screen, it brought out a new line of seal characters: "Force is born from the heart, Qi turns with the mind."

When the warehouse of the Public Welfare Foundation was filled with golden light, the volunteers were staring blankly at a pile of virtual exchange orders. The ancient martial arts repair permissions Chen Wu exchanged with 5 million points caused the tattered manuals in the warehouse to suddenly float up. Each page was absorbing the golden light from the data stream, and the missing parts were regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is the 'Baji Fist Essentials' from the Daoguang era!" A martial arts history expert tremblingly put on gloves. When a fragment recording the "Stamping and Grinding Step" merged with the System points, the missing footwork annotations suddenly emerged, the ink perfectly matching the frequency of Chen Wu's "Qi" flow. "It's the martial conviction within the points that is repairing it!"

On the large screen of the Bureau of Abnormal Incident Management, the global point flow map was changing. The values originally concentrated in Chen Wu's account were spreading like capillaries to martial arts gyms in 192 countries. Wherever each point of light landed, a virtual manual would unfold. Lin Xue's team discovered that the trajectories of these data streams perfectly overlapped with the river of light formed by the tipping special effects from the previous night.

Cheers erupted in the activity room of the nursing home. After the veterans' points were transferred to the System, the virtual manuals suddenly popped up images of them in their youth—there was a veteran who had participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and on the screen, a scene of him practicing a "Thrust" with a bayonet actually appeared. The movement contained the "Top Force" of Baji Fist, making Chen Wu suddenly stand at attention and salute.

"It turns out we practiced martial arts too." The veteran's hand shook violently as his fingertips caressed his younger self on the screen. "Back then it was called bayonet fighting, and only now do I know that this is also a type of Brute Force." The 1,000 points he transferred added a line of blood-colored commentary to the "Thrust" movement: "Protecting home and country is also the Martial Dao."

Master Kimura of the Tokyo Budokan bowed to the screen. With the permissions he exchanged using all the points in his gym, the wrist technique chapter of "Brute Force" gained an image from the period of the Japanese invasion of China—a Chinese Martial Master was tied to a pillar but still used Brute Force to snap the ropes. When Kimura's points repaired this fragmented image, the old man suddenly knelt toward China. As his forehead touched the ground, the Japanese commentary on the virtual manual began to fade, replaced by the Chinese words "Martial Dao knows no borders."

When the System prompted that points had exceeded 2 billion, Chen Wu was using "Brute Force" to repair a broken sword. The iron blade from an ancient battlefield vibrated in the cyan-gold "Qi" flow, and the point data stream seeped into the cracks through his fingers. New metal tissue actually grew at the break, and the edge gleamed with the same luster as the bronze statue.

"This sword was the saber of a hero who fought against Japanese pirates." An expert from the Cultural Relics Bureau said with a sob. "We tried to repair it for ten years without success, but your points plus 'Brute Force' actually gave it spirituality." The moment the broken sword was made whole, the points in the global System flashed collectively. 100 points were added to every user's account, with the note "A Hero's Gift."

In Li Meng's ward, the virtual manual on the tablet automatically turned its pages. The red string of the boy's peace lock was wrapped around the data cable, inputting his unconsciously flowing "Qi" into the System, causing an annotation to appear in the healing chapter of "Brute Force": "When gene-modified individuals practice Brute Force, they must protect the heart with a warm current, like an infant clenching its fist."

When Chen Wu pushed the door open and entered, he saw Li Meng clicking the exchange button with his bandaged hand. The boy donated all 5 million points he had received from tips to the Anti-Gene Modification Project. In the thank-you message that popped up on the screen, there was a line of small text: "Points have been converted into 'Qi' flow antibodies, which can treat 1,000 victims."

"This is the best exchange." Chen Wu's "Qi" flow connected to Li Meng's peace lock through the data cable, and the "Brute Force" of both individuals traced intersecting trajectories on the virtual manual, like two rivers merging into the sea. When the System prompted "Brute Force Entry has been upgraded," images of global Martial Artists suddenly appeared on the screen, each practicing their own version of Brute Force—the movements were different, but their gazes were equally firm.

Grandpa Wang's bronze statue suddenly shot out a pillar of light into the sky, dyeing the courtyard's night sky gold. The final page of the virtual manual was being generated; there were no words on it, only a continuously extending point data stream, flowing from the old streets of Shanghai to the skyscrapers of New York, from the rainforests of Brazil to the refugee camps in Africa, finally forming a giant character "Wu" (Martial) in the center of the screen. Each stroke was composed of images of Martial Artists of different skin colors.

When Chen Wu closed the tablet, the fist prints on the Wooden Dummy all lit up. Countless figures—the old Martial Master from a century ago, the victims of anti-gene modification, the global audience who tipped, the Martial Artists who transferred points—flashed alternately in the light, finally condensing into a cyan-gold "Qi" flow that entered Chen Wu's Meridians. This was not a Brute Force that could be exchanged from the System; it was a Legacy beyond points, truly forged with conviction and kindness.

When the first ray of morning light shone into the training hall, Chen Wu's "Crushing Fist" landed on the Wooden Dummy, producing no longer a dull impact sound but a clear and melodious ring, like countless people saying in unison: "The Martial Dao does not die, the Legacy is eternal." And in the System's point mall, next to the "Brute Force Entry" icon, a new prompt appeared: "True Brute Force is not in manuals, but in the heart of everyone willing to protect justice."

The number of online users in the global System was still growing, but no one was paying attention to the point numbers anymore. Because they suddenly understood that those exchangeable manuals and transferable values were ultimately just forms. The true martial arts Legacy is the light lit by the tips of 180 million viewers, the silent understanding when transferring points across borders, and the Brute Force named "Justice" in the heart of every ordinary person.

This force needs no exchange; it exists within the heart.