I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 594 - 594 593. Kung Fu_1

Chapter 594: 593. Kung Fu_1 Chapter 594: 593. Kung Fu_1 Stephen’s favorite thing was Kung Fu.

He even enrolled in classes to learn it.

He strongly agreed with the fact that Tai Chi was a compulsory physical education course at university.

In his mind, Kung Fu was either flying around with flashy movements, like dancing, or it was about seizing the slightest opportunity, fast as lightning.

But the fight between He Chong and Dai Yuanyang was full of a bizarre feeling.

When He Chong threw a punch, it seemed plain and filled with openings, yet Dai Yuanyang acted oddly, as if something had taken away the space behind him, suddenly shifting and stepping back several paces.

After several exchanges of moves between the two, Stephen was baffled.

To say it wasn’t Kung Fu seemed wrong, for each move had the essence of it.

But to say it was Kung Fu seemed off as well, for their engagement was blow for blow, and there was also a hint of strangeness mixed in, which Stephen couldn’t comprehend.

After they were stopped and things were explained, Stephen finally had a rough understanding of the fight that had just occurred.

Seeing this, Stephen began to think that Lu Ban, the director, had some interesting ideas.

As a Westerner from Europe and America, Stephen had watched many superhero movies, where the fights were basically enhanced versions of human combat arts, with common people punching through wooden boards, turning into superheroes and punching through steel.

Although there wasn’t a big issue, it always felt somewhat off.

Now, after watching Lu Ban’s movie, Stephen suddenly understood.

It was normal for common people to fight using martial arts, but why would superhumans or superpowered individuals still fight like common people?

If it was the poor, mutated friendly neighbor, that was one thing, but some powerful races with ancient legacies also resorted to fists and swords, which now felt quite outrageous.

The battles of superpowered individuals should be a combination of their unique abilities.

The space disappearing just now, and the mysteriously unpredictable punches, were manifestations of their combined powers.

“Brilliant!”

Stephen couldn’t help but inwardly exclaimed.

Even though he felt Dai Yuanyang’s actions seemed unproblematic and using scientific means to develop one’s superpowers made sense, if a superpowered individual appeared now, Stephen also believed that experimenting, testing, and developing abilities was the correct approach.

He didn’t understand why people were so resistant to Dai Yuanyang’s proposal.

Stephen thought that Dai Yuanyang clearly wanted to help these people, yet ended up being driven away, which made this group seem incredibly conservative.

It wasn’t really because of Stephen’s own reasoning, but because he was raised with the belief that the place he grew up in was the most developed and advanced, and it was only right to help less fortunate areas progress.

The next day, during the narration of recollections by those who came after, Lu Ban and He Chong, among others, drove to Jiangcheng Mountain.

The first trial on Jiangcheng Mountain didn’t unfold from Lu Ban’s perspective, but from He Chong’s.

Fog blurred the scene, humid hot winds, clothes sticking to the skin; despite the air conditioning being on high in the cinema during the fall, Stephen still felt the heat and regretted not bringing a Coke with him.

In the midst of the fog, a voice suddenly emerged from behind He Chong.

The camera panned back, nearly making Stephen cry out, telling He Chong not to turn around.

Fortunately, the camera stopped just as it was about to turn, giving the impression of “It’s a good thing I paused, otherwise it would have turned.”

The voice belonged to Seventh Master.

Seventh Master approached He Chong, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder.

“I just saw someone lying on the side of the road. Ha, these tricks to deceive the eyes are getting more and more powerful.”

Seventh Master talked as if nothing happened, but He Chong looked over.

In the sight granted by the Yin Yang Eyes, that Seventh Master was not human but a monstrous creature amalgamated from a mass of twisted and bizarre maggots.

When the gaze landed on Seventh Master, inside the movie theater, suddenly there erupted a chorus of faint whispers.

These whispers seemed to rise in everyone’s ears, causing Stephen to shiver unexpectedly. Combined with the sanity-draining maggot amalgamation, it instinctively triggered a chill in everyone present.

For a moment, the entire screening room fell silent.

Lu Ban might seem to be acting much more obedient, but you’re still that same Lu Ban, and when one least expects it, you’d spring something utterly hair-raising on them.

The He Chong in the movie didn’t panic or hurry, he just kept walking. After a while, Seventh Master disappeared.

In the world seen through the Yin Yang Eyes, the colors around dimmed, followed by a burst of brilliant hues that emerged on the vegetation.

These colors were reflected in Stephen’s eyes, presenting a mesmerizing luster.

The colors seemed not of Earth. The colors on the big screen were nothing but a clumsy imitation; in the grey world of the Yin Yang Eyes, those vibrant hues blossomed like flowers, exhibiting a seductive charm.

Stephen felt a wave of intoxication, as if he were on drugs.

He saw the colors swirling with the mist, permeating the air, and gathering into the roadside vegetation.

In the vegetation lay a person.

The person was made up of densely packed maggots, interwoven and entangled, and the vibrant colors only made a glance at it enough to cause one’s scalp to tingle, involuntarily making one want to look away.

This is a form of human self-protection mechanism; when confronted with something that breaches the limit of endurance, the senses automatically shut down to prevent further damage.

Luckily, He Chong quickly disabled his Yin Yang Eyes.

Only then did Lu Ban appear, lying on the grass, covered in blood.

“Save me…”

Lu Ban pleaded for help.

He Chong had already seen through the illusion. He ignored Lu Ban and kept walking upwards, only to hear Lu Ban’s screams intensifying. Finally, accompanied by a deep roar, some beast-like monstrous entity seemed to have devoured him right behind He Chong.

He Chong didn’t look back.

Suddenly, there came a burst of children’s laughter.

He Chong saw his own child standing ahead, and he was stunned.

After a moment of hesitation, He Chong opened his Yin Yang Eyes.

The child standing on the steps suddenly transformed into a conglomerate of maggots, which, along with the mist, started to fall off from the innocent and adorable face and wriggle down the steps.

Watching this scene, Stephen didn’t know if it was habituation or something else, but he actually found an unusual sense of beauty in it.

The most grotesque, twisted, and filthy maggots intertwined with the most vibrant, colorful, and gorgeous hues, like the deepest nightmare that made it hard for Stephen to breathe; yet in the midst of suffocation, it seemed as if he glimpsed some majestic beings of supreme grandeur.

He Chong seemed to be stunned as well.

He paused for a while before closing his eyes, allowing the world to return to normal. He walked past the child without looking back.

At that moment, Stephen’s brain was like boiling water, bubbling from the shock of the eerie sight, and in his mind echoed the phrase that had appeared at the beginning of the movie.

The more you know, the more unfortunate you are.