82: Chapter 82 Live Training: The Fusion Technique Shows Its Initial Power

The Training Hall Under Holographic Lenses

The blue stone floor of the training hall had just been dampened by the morning dew when the broadcast signal of the Global Martial Arts System already covered the seven continents. Lin Mo's tactical tablet hovered in mid-air, a spherical array of thirty-six miniature holographic cameras transmitting details of the eighteen sandbags in real-time to the screens of six billion viewers. "The System has detected that the number of online viewers has broken through the peak," the young man said, his fingertips dancing on the virtual console, beads of sweat from his forehead dripping onto the touch panel. "Grey Shadow's technical nodes are attempting to intrude on the broadcast stream; counter-measures have been initiated."

Chen Wu's peace lock shimmered with a cyan-gold hue in the morning light. As he put on the specialized motion-capture wristbands, the eighteen-style Fusion Move of "Baji Collapse" unfolded as a 3D projection in the virtual space—the Qi Energy trajectory of the first Move, "Opening Gate Collapse," was broken down into a pale gold data stream, with the parameters of every force-generating node labeled on the screen. Grandpa Wang knocked his dry tobacco pipe against the stone table in a rhythmic beat: "According to Great-grandfather's rules, perform a set of 'Cross Stance' first, and let them see what it means for Stance Training to be as immovable as a mountain."

In the Flower Girl's basket, the seedlings watered with Fusion Dew suddenly sprouted new leaves. The tender green leaves formed a miniature broadcast interface; as dewdrops rolled across the leaf surface, they reflected the keywords of the audience's bullet comments: "The rigid force of Baji Fist is so fierce!" "Where did the spiral force of the Crushing Fist go?" The young girl scattered the petals of the ming jin orchid into the air, and the pale gold fragrance formed a barrier of Qi Energy in front of the camera: "Elder Zhou said this is 'Manifestation Fragrance,'" she said, her fingertips lightly tapping the leaves, "It allows the audience to see the flow of Qi Energy clearly, just like installing fluorescent lights on the Moves."

The armored vehicle of the Special Incident Response Department deployed a defensive formation at the alley entrance. The Chief of the Execution Division held a signal jammer the size of a palm; the ripples jumping on the screen indicated that the interference signal from Grey Shadow was intensifying. "The Technical Department has cracked their data packets," the Section Chief suddenly pulled up a holographic report, "They are preparing to release 'Qi Energy Fog' when you demonstrate 'Mountain-Drilling Lean,' making the audience mistakenly believe the Move has failed." She attached a button-sized detector to Chen Wu's collar, "This is a 'Fog Clearer,' it can disperse interference within three seconds."

Officer Zhang's body camera was aimed at the entrance of the training hall. The old policeman's knuckles were white from tension. Suddenly, several hooded figures appeared in the lens—the "keyboard warriors" hired by Grey Shadow were attempting to break in, their phone screens filled with copy intended to smear traditional martial arts. "Don't worry," the body camera suddenly switched to thermal imaging mode, "The SWAT team is already deployed on the roof; these people will be pinned down the moment they get close." The recorder's playback function suddenly activated, showing footage of a young Officer Zhang teaching at the police academy thirty years ago, creating a wondrous overlap with the current scene.

When Chen Wu's foot stepped onto the center of the Cross Stance, the bullet comments of the global broadcast suddenly went quiet. Cyan-gold Qi Energy spread from the soles of his feet, drawing a rotating taiji diagram on the blue stone floor, and the eighteen sandbags vibrated slightly in unison. The virtual prompt of the "Martial Arts Deduction" System flashed in his mind: "Detected 3000 abnormal IP addresses, suggesting to demonstrate 'Entangling Top' in advance to counter interference." In the small window in the bottom right corner of the tablet, A-Mings younger sister held a tablet computer, following the virtual projection to practice the starting Move of "Baji Collapse," and the monitor in her hospital room showed her heart rate increasing slightly due to excitement.

The Spiral Indentation Appearing in the First Move

The moment "Opening Gate Collapse" was unleashed, the lead sandbag suddenly emitted a muffled thud. When Chen Wu's fist contacted the target surface, the linear impact of the Baji Fist first caused the sandbag to sink three inches, followed immediately by the sudden activation of the Crushing Fist's spiral force—the slow-motion footage of the broadcast showed the lead sand inside the bag forming a counter-clockwise vortex, yet only a shallow fist print remained on the surface.

"This is impossible!" the commentator from the Fighting League exclaimed in the virtual studio. The pressure data he pulled up showed that the impact force borne by the sandbag reached 1200 kilograms, yet there were no signs of tearing. The holographic projection suddenly cut into the secret communication of Grey Shadow's technicians: "What's going on? Why didn't our pressure sensors trigger an alarm?" The skepticism in the bullet comments was instantly drowned out by "Holy crap!" as a physics professor calculated in real-time: "This kind of internal spiral force requires controlling 17 muscle groups simultaneously; traditional training would take at least twenty years!"

Lin Mo's tablet suddenly popped up a Qi Energy analysis chart. The cyan-gold energy flow formed a perfect spiral inside the sandbag, with the core rotation speed reaching 30 revolutions per second, precisely avoiding all monitoring points of the external sensors. "It's 'Force Field Distortion'!" the young man's voice was filled with excitement as he magnified the 3D model tenfold, "The rigid force of Baji Fist forms a protective shell on the outer layer, while the spiral force of the Crushing Fist does work on the inside, just like installing a directional blasting device on a bomb!"

The inheritance grass in the Flower Girl's basket suddenly shook violently. The miniature broadcast interface on the leaves showed that the masters of overseas traditional martial arts halls were standing up collectively—the Chinese fist master of the New York branch suddenly bowed to the camera: "This Move has solved the century-old problem of Baji Fist being 'strong on the outside but weak on the inside'!" The young girl stuck the dew-covered leaf onto the camera, and the pale gold filter made the Qi Energy trajectory clearer, allowing the audience to finally see: the moment the spiral force touched the lead sand, it actually automatically avoided the sandbag's seams.

In the tactical center of the Special Incident Response Department, the Minister was applauding at the real-time data. The holographic sand table of the Technical Department showed that the first wave of "Qi Energy Fog" released by Grey Shadow suddenly turned into golden light particles and dissipated upon contacting Chen Wu's Qi Energy barrier. "The effect of the Fog Clearer exceeded expectations," the Section Chief's fingers danced on the virtual keyboard, "We have reverse-tracked the source of the fog and are having the SWAT team raid it." She suddenly switched the screen to the alley entrance, where three hooded people had just taken out their jammers when they were pinned to the ground by SWAT officers descending from the sky.

Grandpa Wang knocked his dry tobacco pipe against the camphor wood chest in a light, rhythmic beat. The old man flipped through Great-grandfather's training notes, where the handwriting from 1927 recorded the flaw of "Opening Gate Collapse": "If the rigid force is too strong, the target shatters; if the soft force is too strong, the power is weak." "Your Great-grandfather worried until his hair turned white over this Move back then," the pipe bowl pointed at the annotations on the notes, "The current spiral force preserves both the rigidity and ferocity while leaving room for maneuver; this is the true skill of a Tomb Guardian!"

When the lead sandbag was opened, the global audience collectively gasped. The lead sand inside had been twisted into powder as fine as hair, while the fibers of the bag wall remained intact. Officer Zhang's body camera suddenly played a comparison video: thirty years ago, when he practiced Baji Fist, the same lead sandbag had been shattered into pieces, and the blood stains on his gloves formed a glaring echo with Chen Wu's peace lock. "This is the power of Legacy," the old policeman's voice was choked with emotion, "It is not about repeating the past, but solving problems that predecessors could not solve."

Chen Wu's peace lock suddenly resonated with the broadcast signal. As he explained the force-generating principle of "Opening Gate Collapse" to the camera, the cyan-gold Qi Energy spread along the signal waves, and the smart wristbands of countless viewers vibrated simultaneously—a middle school student in Tokyo found that his fist force test value had suddenly increased by 15%, and a teenager in a favela in Rio de Janeiro unconsciously added spiral force to the Baji Fist he was throwing. The prompt of the "Martial Arts Deduction" System sounded globally in sync: "Detected Qi Energy resonance phenomenon, the basic version of 'Baji Collapse' is now open to all users."

The Entangling Protective Shield Within Interference Waves

As soon as the seventh Move, "Entangling Top," was initiated, the broadcast screen suddenly showed static. Grey Shadow's second wave of interference arrived with black Qi Energy, attempting to mask the Qi Energy trajectory in the virtual space. But the moment Chen Wu's elbow thrust out, it suddenly rotated, and the cyan-gold Qi Energy formed a transparent protective shield around his body—the moment the black interference wave hit the protective shield, it suddenly slid off along the spiral patterns like flowing water.

"It's 'Qi Energy Diversion'!" Elder Zhou's holographic image suddenly appeared on the broadcast screen. The old man drew a diagram on the virtual blackboard: "The top force of Baji Fist is responsible for defense, and the Coiling Energy of the Crushing Fist is responsible for channeling, just like installing a spiral-shaped moat for a castle." Real-time data from the Mutant Mutual Aid Association showed that among the 500,000 online Mutants, 30% experienced relief in the Qi Energy blockages in their bodies due to watching the broadcast.

The armored vehicle of the Special Incident Response Department suddenly sounded its siren. The Chief of the Enforcement Division rushed into the lens holding an alloy plate covered in black spots: "This is Grey Shadow's 'Spirit-Devourer Steel,' which can absorb 90% of Qi Energy!" When Chen Wu's "Entangling Top" hit the alloy plate, the black spots suddenly scurried like living creatures, leaving spiral-shaped white tracks on the plate surface. "Detected Qi Energy purification phenomenon!" The Section Chief's tablet showed that the absorbed black Qi Energy was decomposing into harmless energy particles.

Lin Mo's tablet suddenly connected to real-time data from an overseas laboratory. Harvard University's Qi Energy research team discovered that the spiral force field generated by "Entangling Top" could reduce the division speed of cancer cells by 47%. "They want to apply for collaborative research!" The young man's fingertips slid over the cooperation agreement, and the points account of the Global Martial Arts System suddenly received a donation of 2 million, with the note: "For the development of medical applications of 'Baji Collapse'."

Officer Zhang's body camera captured a heartwarming scene. Among the "keyboard warriors" pinned down at the alley entrance, a young man wearing glasses suddenly looked up: "My grandfather was a Baji Fist successor, and he said this Move could treat my dad's Parkinson's!" The old policeman suddenly took off his handcuffs and sent Chen Wu's teaching video to his phone: "Study hard; it's more meaningful than being a hired gun." The background of the recorder showed that this IP address subsequently purchased the full set of "Baji Collapse" teaching courses.

When the Qi Energy of "Entangling Top" dissipated, the number of online viewers for the broadcast exceeded 7 billion. The official account of UNESCO suddenly left a message: "Suggest including 'Baji Collapse' as an intangible cultural heritage of humanity." Chen Wu's peace lock shimmered with gold in the sunlight, and he suddenly made an unexpected Move towards the camera—making the complete fist manual of "Baji Collapse" available for free download. The prompt of the "Martial Arts Deduction" System sounded in his mind: "Detected global Qi Energy resonance reaching peak, unlocking hidden Move 'Tomb-Guarding Collapse'."

The Stunning Debut of the Tomb-Guarding Beast Phantom

When the final Move, "Tomb-Guarding Collapse," was initiated, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the blue stone floor of the training hall. Chen Wu's feet stepped on the intersection point of the Cross Stance and the Three-Body Stance, and the rigid force of Baji Fist and the soft force of the Crushing Fist formed a rotating energy ball within his body—the close-up of the broadcast lens showed his peace lock resonating with the Bronze Token, and the ghostly images of his Great-grandfather and grandfather appeared in the virtual space.

"This is... the 'Dual Shadow Combination' of the Tomb Guardian!" Grandpa Wang's pipe fell to the ground. The old man suddenly tore open his shirt, and the scar on his chest perfectly matched the trajectory of Chen Wu's Qi Energy, "In the 1932 Tomb Guardian Battle, this is how your Great-grandfather repelled the tomb raiders!" The "Baji Fist Manual" and "tomb guardians manuscript" in the camphor wood chest suddenly flipped open automatically, and the Qi Energy from the two books intertwined in mid-air to form a huge claw print of the Tomb-Guarding Beast.

The moment Chen Wu's fist struck the mixed sandbag, the global broadcast screen froze. The cyan-gold Qi Energy shockwave carved a complete outline of the Tomb-Guarding Beast in the air, and the wood shavings and springs were twisted into uniform powder by the spiral force, but they formed the character "Martial" when they landed. Slow-motion footage showed that seven strands of Qi Energy precisely avoided the pressure sensors inside the sandbag, yet left spiral-shaped indentations on the steel plate on the back.

"Qi Energy control precision 0.1 millimeters!" The commentator of the Fighting League was incoherent. The thermal imaging map he pulled up showed that Chen Wu's body temperature remained at 37°C, without any signs of overexertion. The holographic projection suddenly cut into Rosen's training room; the former head coach was staring blankly at the broadcast screen, his mechanical prosthetic eye recording all the data: "This kind of power control requires nerve reaction speed three times that of a military robot!"

In the Flower Girl's basket, the seedlings watered with Fusion Dew suddenly bloomed. The pale gold petals formed a miniature Tomb-Guarding Beast, and as the dew rolled in the pistils, it reflected A-Mings younger sister's smiling face—the little girl had performed the complete simplified version of "Tomb-Guarding Collapse" in the hospital room, and the genetic sequence curve on the monitor suddenly became stable. "Elder Zhou said this is 'Life Resonance'," she held the flower to the camera, "Everyone who practices 'Baji Collapse' is helping her repair her genes!"

The Minister of the Special Incident Response Department suddenly appeared on the broadcast screen. He held up a newly signed document: "Approved by the Council of Tomb Guardians, 'Baji Collapse' will be included in the global police training System." The Section Chief's holographic image cut in with static, with the background showing the raid on Grey Shadow's arsenal: "We found the failed imitation scheme of 'Baji Collapse' in their servers, proving that traditional martial arts can never be replicated!"

When Chen Wu bowed to the camera, the points account of the Global Martial Arts System suddenly skyrocketed. Points donated spontaneously by countless viewers were pouring in, and the remarks column was filled with messages of "Support traditional martial arts research." Lin Mo's tablet showed that the number of derivative course orders for "Baji Collapse" had exceeded 10 million, with 60% coming from overseas users. Officer Zhang's body camera aimed at the new billboard at the alley entrance—on the poster that had been changed last night, Chen Wu's "Baji Collapse" stood side-by-side with Rosen's modern fighting techniques, with the title: "September Martial Arts Conference, Witness the Era of Fusion."

When the System's final prompt popped up, A-Mings younger sister's video call suddenly connected. The little girl held up the "Baji Collapse" children's training uniform she had just received. Outside the hospital room window, Zhang Hao and Rosen were practicing Fusion Moves, and the setting sun stretched their shadows long. Chen Wu suddenly understood that the true meaning of this live training was not to show how powerful a new fist technique was, but to let the whole world see: the vitality of traditional martial arts has always lain in the Fusion that keeps pace with the times, and in the fact that every ordinary person can find their own power in the wind of the fist.

As the moonlight washed over the blue stone floor, the residual Qi Energy on the eighteen sandbags was slowly fading, leaving only eighteen spiral-shaped indentations. They formed a complete star map on the ground, echoing the Big Dipper in the night sky—that was the defensive formation drawn on the ground by Great-grandfather with Baji Fist when he was guarding the tomb back then. Grandpa Wang's pipe knocked a muffled sound in the center of the star map, and the old man's voice was filled with gratification: "This is what a Tomb Guardian should look like—letting the wisdom of the ancestors grow new roots in the new era."

The final scene of the global broadcast lingered on the moment Chen Wu turned around. Cyan-gold Qi Energy formed a rotating halo behind him, merging with the light of the peace lock and the Bronze Token. The bullet comments suddenly scrolled with uniform text: "It's not that modern fighting is stronger than traditional martial arts, but that traditional martial arts are always becoming stronger." This message was lit up by 6 billion viewers simultaneously, like a golden river, flowing forever in the virtual space.